He loves me, he loves me not ...
Anita anticipated yet another Sunday in what had been not so much a month as a year of Sundays and vowed not one month more: time for him to make a choice ... or else.
Francine found it hard to accept, yet again, that Sunday was family, was church, was for making confession, so that sin could begin again on Monday. Her decision was final - it was time to fight for her rights.
Cecile was sick of being the one to be sinned with, of being always the mistress and never the wife and on the second Sunday in September she vowed that this would be his last year as someone else’s husband.
He loves me, he loves me not ... and if not ... WHAT? And WHEN?
And, most intriguingly, WHO?
And what, of course, of the WIVES?
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Week #14’s response to Lisa Ricard Claro’s Book Blurb Friday challenge which this week uses Kay Davies’ “what’s behind the blank windows?” photograph.
Each week Lisa posts a photograph which represents a book cover. Participants are challenged to “Write a book jacket blurb (150 words or less) so enticing that potential readers would feel compelled to buy the book” The number of ought-to-be but not-yet-written books, sadly, increases weekly.