When he asked me to go camping, I looked at him as if he were a stranger. We’d been together for more years than I could count. For more years than I wanted to count. Camping? I love nature, but when it comes right down to it, I love nature on day trips. At night, I’m a room service kind of gal.
He wanted us to have a new experience. There was a campfire. That helped. When I left the tent, there was a coyote’s eyes looking at me from the edge of the darkness. I felt safe with him.
Photo Prompt Jan Wayne Fields
The Write Scribe 
Oh my… not a wonderful union after all…
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Maybe she could introduce him to glamping.
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They may be opposites as far as camping is concerned , but that they are there for each other at the end of the day , comforted in each other, is perhaps, what makes all the difference.
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A nice little read this week. Enjoyed that one.
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Another big smile. Lots of those this week, and I expected all kinds of spooky horror shows.
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It looks like the new experience he had in mind works out well. Sometimes, after many years, people need a little reminder of what they see in each other.
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Ending with a pronoun as you did leaves an enticing ambiguity. She feels safe with the camper or the coyote?
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That is the question, isn’t it, Christine?
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If I was her, I wouldn’t leave the tent 🙂
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This is really very toucjing
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