Captivity Can Be Comfortable

They wanted to have the kind of romance they’d seen on pages and screens and stage.

“Aren’t you afraid of becoming domesticated?” one of them asked the other.

“I was never very feral,” the other said.

The regular things in life happened. To them, to those around them. When the kids were gone and they’d retired they decided they’d finally take those trips they’d wanted to when they were young.  But the world was a different place now. Unsafe. Unstable.

They’d grown unsure. The housing market was terrible. They’d never sell.

“I don’t need to be anywhere, but with you.”

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