© Shaktiki Sharma
Why’s Mary wearing black? And why’s she got out the best china?
And why’s Tony got his arms around her?
Oi! Get your hands off my wife!
Oh yeah, that’s right – no voice – just a rudimentary system of squeaks and clicks.
This doesn’t bode well. Just how bad a plumber was I?
Don’t freak out Brian!
She’s right there…
Your soul mate.
I’M HERE! I LOVE YOU!
She’d squash you with her stiletto.
But maybe not…
Maybe our love transcends…
I’m gonna go for it!
Click, click, click, squeak…
Written for Friday Fictioneers