The pergola was covered with climbing roses and the air smelled so sweet. He walked over to where she lay in the hot sun and said, “Why don’t you come onto the shaded patio now. You know you burn so easily.”
She rolled over and sat up saying, “I suppose I have cooked enough on both sides.”
He softly touched her shoulder and said, “It may already be too late. You look a little pink babe.”
Year after year she strived for the perfect tan. Now as she sat in the waiting room of oncology, she regretted it all.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – pergola
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