She’s done it again, rewritten that paragraph. The one I’ve been working on forever. What doesn’t she get about inviting feedback? To most people it means giving their thoughts. But she sees it as a way to jump in there and rewrite something. It doesn’t matter that it’s better because, damn and blast, it is better, but that’s not the point. I wonder how she’d feel if I did the same to her.
“Hi, babe, I’m home.”
The kiss is sublime. Her eyes are on the manuscript. “What did you think of my edit?”
“Yeah, it’s perfect. Thanks.”
*Published in The Drabble