HT100 Challenge #25: Mr. Sandman -- Unfortunate Reality
Title: Unfortunate Reality
Prompt: 25 - Mr. Sandman
Word Count: 100
Unfortunate Reality
By Severina
Outside, someone is cutting the grass. The muted brrrr of the motor wakes him, but he keeps his eyes closed, wants to revel in the warmth of the body next to him. He imagines Chris sleeping with one arm thrown over his eyes. Toby thinks he’ll sneak out of bed and make Chris pancakes. With blueberries. Chris mentioned once that he likes blueberries.
“Good morning.”
Toby wakes. There is no lawnmower. No pancakes.
“Oh,” he murmurs to Marion; hopes the confusion -- the disappointment -- isn‘t apparent on his face. “Good morning,” he says.
The words taste like betrayal on his tongue.
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Prompt: 25 - Mr. Sandman
Word Count: 100
Unfortunate Reality
By Severina
Outside, someone is cutting the grass. The muted brrrr of the motor wakes him, but he keeps his eyes closed, wants to revel in the warmth of the body next to him. He imagines Chris sleeping with one arm thrown over his eyes. Toby thinks he’ll sneak out of bed and make Chris pancakes. With blueberries. Chris mentioned once that he likes blueberries.
“Good morning.”
Toby wakes. There is no lawnmower. No pancakes.
“Oh,” he murmurs to Marion; hopes the confusion -- the disappointment -- isn‘t apparent on his face. “Good morning,” he says.
The words taste like betrayal on his tongue.
.