This is my response to this week’s What Pegman Saw flash fiction challenge. K. Rawson posts a weekly challenge based on a Google Image. The above photo is this week’s challenge: Bonaparte, Iowa. The story has to have 150 or fewer words.
This was supposed to be our romantic getaway. He said I would love Bonaparte, Iowa. He said we would escape the stress of the city. We would go antiquing. We would buy pottery from local artists, eat wholesome food. I believed him.
Just as I had believed him when we first met at Burke’s Used Bookstore. He looked so handsome then, hunched over a paperback copy of Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer. He campaigned hard to win me. Who could withstand such a siege of charm?
I believed him when he said he would really leave his wife this time. But that was before he took me to Bonaparte, Iowa. Before we stayed in the hotel room with the green paisley wallpaper and the stained roller shade in the window. I realized in Iowa it would be good to part.
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