I am slinking in under the wire. Many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
Roving Eye No More, No More
It’s the empty table you notice first. The sudden quiet. The end of their bickering. The young “in-love” couple whose eyes saw only each other. Well, except for his.
One glance at your spouse confirms déjà vu. The anticipated dream vacation. The unanticipated ugly argument. You’ve accepted it as a rite of marital passage.
You finish your fruit parfait, wished you’d had cheddar scrambled eggs and toast. Your spouse flirts with the nubile server. A tendency he’s possessed throughout your marriage, not limited to servers.
A woman screams. A knife wedged in a man’s back.
You blink. No, not daydreaming again.
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Wow! That’s great, Sascha
Thank you so much, Neil! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
I guess she’d had enough. No more roving eye for sure.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle! 🙂
Ah, true passion
😀 Thanks, Paul!
🙂
This probably wasn’t meant to be funny (or was it?) but I laughed–after I “got” it. She finally did it! Well done!
Always glad to make someone laugh–intended or unintended! 🙂 Thank you!
This probably wasn’t meant to be funny (or was it?) but I laughed after I “got” it. She finally did it. Well done!
Captivating, entertaining and quite a ponder.
Thank you! 🙂
With pleasure Sascha!