A picture tells a thousand words Jerry…
…Because I hired a private detective – that’s how!
…You promised…a million times…’I quit baby, this time I’m going cold turkey.’
…And now I found you back on the Frappuccinos! Do you want our offspring to die of diabetes?
Why can’t you ferret around in the bins like a real man, maybe bring home some leftover pizza or a delicious slice of mouldy bread?
Don’t you bring my mother into this!
No more chances Jerry. Fall off the wagon one more time and I’m taking the kids, the cheese and the whole shebang…
Written for: 100 Word Wednesday
Harriet’s husband came home early, prompting a mad dash across the bedroom, into a walk-in-wardrobe. There, the adulterer discovered a similarly naked man cowering amidst fur coats and party frocks.
His first heightened thought: Is nothing sacred?
They listened as a (potentially) murderous and drunken Goliath showered his wife with clumsy kisses before collapsing into an uneasy stupor.
A sliver of light illuminated their escape route – a bathroom and a flat roof beyond.
Creeping and held breath led them to freedom. Under the moon’s gaze, one crammed into a little black dress; the other resplendent in a ball-gown, they exchanged unfathomable expressions before parting company, their adrenaline sufficiently expunged for the time being…
Written for: Friday Fictioneers