I exchanged my wife for a magic forest.
‘It’s finished,’ I said as I signed her over to some slimy fella by the pond. He hopped with joy and said he’d make her a princess.
I loved my forest. She smelled happy and kept me warm. I hung bright jewels from her trees, threaded her roots with fungi. But when I started to miss my wife my forest became jealous.
Each time I try to leave she drags me back along the floor.
I hope my wife is happy in her castle. Living in a magic forest is somewhat disappointing.
Written for 100 Word Wednesday: Week 48.
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