Writing from a prompt…

It’s bold, italicized and underlined… we had 5 minutes, not counting pre-thinking.  300 words or less.

 

Looking at Paris in this light made him sick.  His uneven morals had caught up to him and he didn’t know what to do about it.  This dang city had him trapped.

Marie walked out onto the balcony; she looked like she floated above the floor.  Her face still took his breath away.  He used to think of her as curvaceous, but that was taken to an extreme by her eight month pregnant belly.

She sat in the lounge chair and looked up at him. “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m thinking about how much I hate what you’ve done to me.”

She patted her belly and smiled at him, “It took two of us honey.”

He grimaced at her while smiling inside at the memories.  “How could you do that to your sister?”

“How could you do that to my sister?  You were the one engaged to her.”   Marie gave him the smile that had melted him eight months ago.

He kicked at the balcony wall, “I wish we could leave this place, I hate it now.”

“How can you hate it when I’m here,” she said.

“We’re at a Super 8 motel in Paris stinking Illinois, what’s to like?”  And he stomped back into their tiny room.

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