“How many miles have we hiked?”

“Not even half a mile.” I  resent his intrusion. It’s my Sunday stroll.

“I have a blister. I’m thirsty. Let’s stop at this pub.”

I agree and sit at a table in the garden. He goes to the bar.

I walk on without him.

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This 50-word story was written using the Hive Freewrite Daily Writing Prompt, “how many miles”

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