I looked out the window of our hotel room. Warm coffee in my hands, I admired the sprawling ocean and the lush green tennis court. This was our first vacation as a married couple. Having spent most of my time admiring ocean views and cotton sheets from a computer screen, it felt like an achievement to get away.
“Shall we play a game of tennis today?” My husband giggled as he came up behind me, hand on the small of my back. We had gotten to the point where we could joke about my accident. I chuckled at him. I wheeled my way to the door where a hotel employee was there to assist us in getting down to the main floor.
“In another life, maybe,” I hummed as we left for the beach.
This is a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. Photo graciously given by Dawn Miller.
134 words excluding title, and bottom response.