Word Count: 100
A Fresh Start
“I don’t like it.” His wife looked up from her guide map and sneered uncertainly at the building. “It’s too…bumpy.”
Kenneth closed his eyes and dropped his arms to his sides, felt the effort seep away.
“Miriam, I’ve had it.”
She turned to face him, the waddle of her chin flapped with the snap.
“What do you mean?” She tutted and eyed the building again, “Oh, are you having another one of your tantrums?”
Kenneth could smell the blossoms further down; could see the beauty all around and knew he’d be just fine.