54 Across

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“Joel, you’ve got to hurry up here and see this,” Andi Simkins called one Late Sunday afternoon from the patio window to her husband down in what Joel called his Subterranean Lair.

“I’ll be up as soon as I finish this part of the Times crossword, hon,” Joel replied from his leather lounger, as the Giants versus the Eagles provided a background soundtrack from his 50-inch flatscreen.

“Lemme see…54 Across…seven-letter word for skyline,” Joel mumbled to himself, with an Eagle’s player’s interception of a late-day sun-blinded Giant receiver’s potential catch sending the Philly crowd into a mega-decibel frenzy in the background.

Andi called one more time, “Joel, please, you’ll miss this if you wait much longer….”

And when he didn’t answer, Andi sighed once again, stood by the patio window, and recalled all those afternoons Joel would tangle his fingers in her auburn hair and she would beam at him with her gold-flecked blue eyes, as they’d watched the sun sink, a searing communion of light and heat, beyond that southwestern horizon.

A five-sentence fiction based on Lillie McFerrin’s prompt word HORIZON.

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9 thoughts on “54 Across

  1. It wasn’t nearly as poetic, but Opus the Penguin summed this kind of situation up when he cried mournfully “The big casualness! Fear it!”
    I’ve been divorced for years, it’s doubtful that I’ll ever marry again, my son is grown and moved out, and my cats don’t listen to me. So I guess I don’t have to worry about this scene becoming by reality! 😉
    I enjoyed this.
    http://hickswyliedna.blogspot.com/2014/10/undoing-damage.html

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