“The neighborhoods are amazing; I never knew parts of the island look like that. I would love to live in a house like that, looking out at the water from my living room, next to the fireplace, with some tall-dark-and-handsome curled up next to me on the floor drinking Bailey’s in our hot chocolate and making love on the hard wood floor. Or maybe carpeting. Carpeting would be softer but harder to keep clean. And then you have to worry about rug burn. What do you think?” “I think I still don’t understand what you’re doing in Fort Solonga and now my head hurts,” Allie groans. “You can barely pay the rent on your studio apartment and now, in this fantasy land in your head, you’re living in some beach house making love on the floor with…who? Your dead boyfriend? How very Wuthering Heights of you. Who really cares whether there are hardwood floors or carpets in your head? I’m beginning to wonder if there’s anything up there. I think it would have been better if you were still at the cemetery, sleeping next to Marc’s grave. At least then someone would know where you were.”
Today’s #wipsnips word is “fantasy”. Before the days of GPS, Bianca is lost after driving around to clear her head. #amwriting #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #wutheringheights
