Love on the Frontier

I'm experimenting with a change in format, from a weekly post to a shorter, daily writing.

Magic Word: chintz

It’s been 6 months since my lover took off into the sunset. When he first arrived, he showed me places I never dreamed of going to, and bought beautiful chintz dresses when he saw that mine were ragged. He would point out the stars on clear nights, and speak of them fondly. The government called him back one day for a job, and I’ve been waiting for him ever since, in the hopes that he’ll return to finish out our lives together. Perhaps he’s forgotten about me, or I was just another fling for him… wait! That appears to be him. His starship is a beautiful obsidian. Hopefully we can settle down for now…