See That Devilishly Handsome Guy? He's My Husband
Since my muse has not yet abandoned me, I asked @saraswans for a prompt to help me continue practicing with my writing. And that’s what happened.
Prompt: Emma boasts about her husband in public.
( Unbeta’d, This came in an instant, so I apologize for all the mistakes)
Emma writhed in her seat, unable to remain still. She was stuck at a bar in the damn Minnesota while she waited for her husband to return from the hotel where they were staying.
It was all his fault, she thought, letting out a sigh of annoyance. If she hadn’t accepted his stupid idea… She cursed under her breath, the first traces of regret beginning to appear. Because it all started like this, with a wild idea, in the best style of her husband. As she waited, her mind traveled two weeks back, remembering when this trip was just a project.