Marie Smysor Watson
wanderlust - 100 words
A hearty winter thanks to Cathy for this week's word... I believe we all feel this one down to our bones, dear MIL!
A ten letter word for ‘desire to rove?’ he barked, a demand more than a question.
Wanderlust, she replied without hesitation.
He glanced over at his wife. Her lips hung on the edge of her mug. Steam bathed her face. Her eyes were absent.
Doesn’t fit, he said. He hated when she got that look.
Silence. Her eyes, brown as the winter mud, roamed the woods and hills outside of the frosty window behind him. He rearranged his bulk uneasily in the grooved recliner.
Navigation, he suddenly remembered, steering his attention back to the crossword that grounded his every morning.