Just the other day, I was thinking it would be fun to write a story about a “Backup Plan” marriage – two people who promised to reconnect so many years later and marry each other if they weren’t already married. Today’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt provided the perfect opportunity to play with that idea. (And don’t worry, Wise and Wonderful Sister, this is a way, way, way back burner story idea!)
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Mr. and Mrs. Right
We used to wait for the bus here. Four short years, thirty long years ago. We carried each other through countless high school crushes—two of hers to every one of mine—but we never loved each other, not like that.
Tiny wrinkles stretch across her forehead and shoot from her amber eyes like rays from the sun.
“You’re bald,” she says, as if the mirror hasn’t been telling me the same for years.
I pull the ring from my pocket, a promise we made thirty years ago. “Sorry you never found Mr. Right.”
She takes the ring and slips her hand into mine. “Maybe I did.”