Write At the Merge had us combining a beautiful photo of hot air balloons and the Nirvana song "Plateau".
Trifecta gave us the word Intention.
Here's my offering:
“It’s okay, baby. We’ll move to Mexico. Caden can learn Spanish,” his voice faded into a buzz.
It was always the same. Start over with something else, or somewhere else. That was always the answer. Shay’d lost track of how many times Robert told her that. Each time he managed to convince her that things would be different, that this time it would work.
But nothing ever changed. Robert would end up doing the same shit and, before long, the same speech would begin again. Move to a new place, start a new career.
Shay felt like she’d gotten waylaid somewhere along her way to the top. She’d always aspired to higher things. Then, somehow, she found herself stuck with Robert. Pretty, grand words floated in a majestic cloud around him. But never anything more than another good intention.
That night she chose. Shay ghosted around the ramshackle apartment collecting her and Caden’s things. They made a pretty meager pile by the door. Once they were loaded into the car, she picked up Caden from his temporary nest of blankets on the floor and strapped him in his car seat. Once he was secured in the car, she drove away.
Will Robert even notice we’re gone, she thought as she glanced back once. The rundown apartment building dwindled into nothingness in her rearview mirror, taller peaks growing in her mind’s eye.