Breakfast Alone

Breakfast Alone


“I tire so easily now, It must be the weather” She knew it wasn’t the weather.  It was her life. So mundane and full of redundant days and ridiculous people.

He looked at her over the top of the newspaper with disdain. At least, he showed a little interest in her this morning, eyes staring from behind the Great Tire Sale Event sprawled across the back page.

Married thirty years and it had come to this. One sided conversations about nothing. When had the spark died? Had there ever really been one or had she just married for safety and financial stability. After all, he was a pre-med student, such potential. Such ideas of bliss and happiness behind a white picket fence she had.

“I’m taking your car in for tires today. We are having a great sale and with my employee discount, it should really save me some money” He laid the paper on the table and walked out the door.


Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “tire.”  Use it with a prefix and/or and suffix or use it as is. Enjoy!


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