Honey’s real name might as well have been Alice, and Sam could have easily been Ralph, or George and Gracie, Desi and Lucy, or Randy and ….
Nellie? Whoa, Nellie.
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s love and marriage…. and patience and humor.
I’m Talking About the Moon
Every ten seconds she takes a picture.
I rue the day that cell phones and cameras were married.
In fact, I rue the day that I married.
“Sam, whaddya think? Landscape or portrait?”
“Honey, you’ve already taken 10,000 shots, this is a damn tourist trap street, and you’re shooting up into the sky. The sky is the same everywhere. Who cares!”
“Sam, you’ll never understand. It’s not the same sky as we have back home. Look how polluted this sky is. Sepia would make it look nice.”
Sam slams his open palm to his forehead mumbling something about the moon.
“Don’t be silly, Sam,” Honey giggles. “There is no moon there.”