The acres of glittering steel, marble palaces and arching fountains have become wearisome, while at times the overly-green lawns, sweeping man-made waterways and towering gin-palaces have resembled the stuff of nightmares.
She’s felt like a swatch of material being held up for critical acclaim against an alien backdrop, not sure which was more unpalatable, to be found wanting or to be deemed worthy of acceptance.
It couldn’t go on.
He stands in the doorway, staring at her open suitcase.
“This is your world, not mine.”
He eyes her with regret.
In a certain light it could be relief.
The (tenuous) link here is that Portsmouth’s Spinaker tower was sponsored by Dubai-based Emirates airline, as depicted on the tower itself. And my story is based in Dubai, a city which holds little attraction for me. Friday Fictioneers however, sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, has held my interest for almost seven years now. Time flies…