Choice

He's taken enough. Two years now. This infernal obsession of hers she calls "just a hobby." More home wrecker than hobby, he has accused, jealous of the attention stolen. Now he is forcing the choice. Promises to spend less time with her cameras were broken. He'll not compete with the likes of zoom lenses, and the closed door of a darkroom! Either she returns to mrs. wifey, or- she interrupts, but only to ask: may she snap a last shot when he goes out the door?