Everything was black and white. He was right, and that’s all there was to it. He’d be damned if he was going to grovel and apologise.
Everything about their relationship had become frozen, coated with icy exchanges, every detail covered with the rime of discord.
“Honey? I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be so rigid. You have the right to your opinions too. We should learn to compromise and get along better.”
….and the sun of their former love began to shine again, bringing back the warmth and glorious colors of their past. He could visualize a bridge back to former happiness.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.