I thought I would get in early this week. As per usual, all 100 word stories are written in response to the visual stimulus provided on Rochelle’s blog. My contribution for this week is below.
‘Separation’
After we purchased the land, I began designing our house: a kitchen to accommodate messy family breakfasts, a living room with a sofa on which we could snuggle.
Around this time, he began setting out plans for his shed, a man-cave in which he could escape the dramas of domesticity.
The marriage was rocky and, several years and children later, we treated each other with stony indifference.
Separation.
In the divorce he was granted the shed at the bottom of the garden.
He lives there now. Alone. Away from the drama. Away from his children. Missing out on their lives.
Once uPUN a time... 
harsh on him
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2016/06/the-man-whowrote-diary-he-looked-at.html
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I think this happens to many men, thinking they can only create happiness for themselves.
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Be careful what you wish for, I think.
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It’s his loss, not hers. Good story.
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