It’s Saturday date-night. My boyfriend, Bran, is staring with intensity as if the rest of the world has gone silent—as if it’s just him and the TV.

Yes. The TV.

Not at my golden curls or my beautiful silk dress. Nor at the makeup that I so gracefully wear. He didn’t even bother to breathe my scent! Bryan was whole-heartedly, all-eyes on ESPN’s coverage of the Lions VS Calgary game.

My head hurts from watching the endless throwing, running, passing, and tackling yet I don’t understand a thing.

Oh, for sure, my boyfriend loves me… but just not tonight.

Word Count: 100

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of C.E. Ayr. Thank you!

P.S. I know nothing about football except “touchdown” and David Beckham (but as pointed out by the lovely Dajena, Beckham plays soccer not football). Haha! See how bad I am at this game? XD Are most guys like Bran? 

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