He entered the house, happy to be home only to be startled by the treadmill like sound of steel against wood.
He trudged into the kitchen. Dressed in a yellow sun dress his queen bee looked lovely and equally jittery.
“ Honey ? Can I help ? “, he inquired assiduously. He knew he was walking on egg shells.
“ Yeah ! Right ! You getting dressed in time would be a big enough favor. “, the knife was going dangerously fast.
He gingerly turned her around, “ Uh Oh ! What’s the matter ? “
Her body crumpled into him. The words hiccupped out between sobs. “ The kids made a ruckus playing trampoline on the sofa, causing a tear . Around 2, Stacy called and said they would be joining us for dinner after all, so I had to go shopping and cook with those brats in tow. “
He listened as she lamented into his shirt.
Then, he shepherded her into the outer room. “ Sit. Now, where’s that bottle of vintage port you love? Here, let me pour some out for you. Enjoy that while I go change and clean up. You have another hour before the kids get up, so unwind so you can enjoy the evening too. “
As she savored the wine, a groan of relief escaped her lips.
He smiled to himself. It was uncanny how a good cry rejuvenated her. Ah ! Women ! That's all it takes to appease them .
3 comments:
This is so nice and episodic! :) Now I will move on to your third story.
Of the three the one you submitted was the best good choice.
I too liked the one you submitted more. But this was a great take.
Though you might have pissed of a few ladies if you had sent this one. Many wouldn't take kindly to the protagonist here calling her kids 'brats', you know. :)
Liked it a lot though. lets make it a CON month, and write more pieces on it. What say you? :D
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