June 29, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about something frayed. It could be fabric, like a flag or garment. It could also be nerves or temper. What is it to be frayed?
Roger and Mary’s marriage was frayed to breaking point. Long had gone the means of communication they once enjoyed. Nowadays their relationship consisted of a series of grunts in greeting the start of a day the ending of the same.
The trust they held in one another was considerably threadbare, their physical contact was tattered, ragged and holey. In fact, Mary found Roger shabby in every way.
It was the start of another day, and Roger grunted to Mary to pass the sugar as he sweetened his coffee the only sweet thing left in his frayed and moth-eaten life.
Written for: https://carrotranch.com/2017/06/30/june-29-flash-fiction-challenge-2/
Morpethroad 
A sad tale but one that, unfortunately, is not all that uncommon these days.
Yes sadly so.
This is so sad 💜
Sometimes its like that willow.
The red Heart is up if you want to find out about it.
True such waste of life. I shall check out the red 💓
Such a human emotion in few words…wonderful…
Thanks sangbad.
Well described,Michael!
Thank you kitty appreciate your comment
Welcome Michael 🙂
A common case of growing apart in life, in different directions….
Yes very ugh so, sadly.
You took a hold of that prompt and worked it thoroughly. Great writing, Michael.
Thanks so much Charli..
A sad reflection on what happens when people no longer make the effort to care. Well portrayed, if dismal.
Thanks so much Norah
So sad that people grow apart and end up this way. Great flash!
Thanks so much Susan, happy you could stop by.
This is the common state of affairs of most modern marriages. Two people a part of marriage yet wide apart in emotions though staying under one roof.
http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/06/tattered.html?m=1
Thank you kalpana, appreciate you stopping by.
So sad…and they could make it better if they’d only try!
Sometimes that is the issue, the will to try.
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“the only sweet thing left in his frayed and moth-eaten life”
Ouch! And spot on… 😦
Thank you Liz…