Today, I’ve been married for thirteen years to my beautiful wife, one of the rare sources of sanity in my life. I’m not sure she believes me, but every time I look at her, I can’t help but wonder how I managed to make her my wife. She’s beautiful, no matter what flaws she sees in the mirror, and I would spend all day, every day, in various states of undress with her, if it were up to me.

Mostly, I want her to be deliriously happy, content, peaceful, multi-orgasmic, well travelled, and whatever else makes a life worth living. The care and responsibility she shows for the people she loves has earned her that gift.

Here’s hoping for another thirteen centuries or so. If science fiction has taught me anything, if we can avoid an apocalypse, nanomachines will keep us alive forever.

Target: 600 words
Written: 1741 words, novella: The Mungk