If he knew Elle, she would crumple up the postcard of the tropical paradise and throw it on the ground in disgust. Still, she hadn’t heard a word from him since shortly after they learned of her condition. He’d mail it today. He could reconcile her constant blood cravings at all hours and the strange desires which crept into their bedroom. The thing that drove him to run were her volatile mood swings. He was immortal but pregnancy hormones were dangerous. He’d send for her after she calmed down. He figured it should only take a century or two, tops.
This 100 word story was written for the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt (as seen above). Do you think you could create a 100 word work of fiction that depicts that breathtaking photo above? If so, join in! Everyone is welcome to give it a shot.