Sara, in luxurious comfort, was clothed in bubble wrap and serenaded by the crumpling of gift wrap. Why could Frank not understand! She was freezing in “stuff”. He loved her. He would give the world for her to be happy – with him.
Outdoors looked cold. It invited her to memories. The applauding, the cheering, the whistles. The feel of power as she spun on her toes. She was never cold on the ice. Her “being” was warmed from the glow of achievement.
“Want anything else, Darling?” he asked.
No, Frank was not the problem. Belonging to him was the problem.
Written for Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge by Rochelle https://rochellewisoff.com/
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