Best Kept Secrets

Saturday afternoons for Edward meant taking his boat out to the island. He had bought this small piece of land as a wedding present for his wife 15 years ago.
‘We can come here on the weekends. I can work on my book and haven’t you always aspired to paint?’, he had said.
Sheryl had hated the island the minute she laid eyes on it.
‘You think inspiration lies here? In this dreary dull place? And please get a decent job. You will never be a writer, let alone a published one.’
With that, she never visited the island with him again. Edward still made his trips there on the weekends. This Saturday was even more special he thought as his boat bobbed near the sand bank. He proof read his manuscript one last time, and mailed it off under his pseudonym, like he had been doing for the last 10 years, as an accomplished writer.
Word Count 154
This post was written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Many thanks to Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode for the photo prompt.
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He showed her! What a witch she is! I’m surprised they are still together. Great story!
Perhaps it is the circumstances they are in. Thanks for stopping by.
I’m guessing his pseudonym is Ian Land…
I like that little twist at the end, nicely done.
Inspirations can be found anywhere. Good on him to find his and accomplish his dream. Sheryl, I guess might still be searching for hers.
Quite possibly.
ah his little secret being an accomplished writer She misses out on a lot . Great story
Nice take, the writer gets the last laugh
Well, she certainly got that wrong! Excellent
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Wow. Why does he remained married to her, if he doesn’t want to share his success?
I wonder why too. Circumstances perhaps?
Good for him! Great story.
Wow! She must have something he likes, but it certainly isn’t her loving support, or her awful attitude toward him! He’s probably lucky she wanted nothing to do with the place….perhaps he planned it that way! Great story.
Could be! Maybe his success came with him having his own solitary space. Thanks for stopping by.
He’s gotta love her a lot, ‘cos she doesn’t sound too nice or supportive.