Imagination

Last night we packed our bags to get away And now the taxi's here, it's half past four, we're jetting off to foreign lands - hurray. She's keen but says she's never flown before, and adds, 'I think we've earned this holiday to spend a week or two beside the sea, the hotel looks a lovely place to stay.' I tell her, 'Yes - and all the drinks are free.' But then it starts to rain, I run indoors: my daydream's finished, now I'll do the chores! Three Options in I, Constance's contest, written 26th July 2025