(100 word flash fiction)
“I want my chair back!” She is uncharacteristically petulant.
“Honey please! I lent it only after Harry begged and begged.”
“It belonged to my grandmother.” Sadness begins to drape her like a shroud.
“He said he would return it next week.”
“She would sit on it, cradling me in her lap.” Tears appear between the cracks in her voice.
“I’m sure Harry will take good care of it.”
The phone rings. No one moves.
After the voicemail beep, Harry’s voice booms out.
“G’day mate. Your chair was the highlight. Burned like a match. You shoulda come for the bonfire.”
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My weekly attempt at flash fiction all for the good cause that Rochelle promotes at Friday Fictioneers 🙂
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Just Joyfulness 
Oh no! That’s a killer last line. Poor chair. Nice writing.
Thanks Iain 🙂
That brought a smile to my lips. Thanls
Mission accomplished 😀
Ouch! Does it get any worse? Maybe not, but it solve her problem, does it?
Great story!
Thanks. 🙂 It could get worse if she decides to punish him 😀
Ah-HA! There’s the situation right there. 🙂
That was a real shocker! Beautifully done.
Thanks Sandra.
I see one dead husband coming up… horrible!
Can she get away with beating them both to death with a wombat? 😛
Hmmm…might prove difficult😂
What is a wombat? I might need it for another story 🙂
A wombat is; any of several stocky, burrowing, herbivorous marsupials of the family Vombatidae, of Australia, about the size of a badger.
https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=image+wombat&id=A3C96E28BAB08B64006F5A012421997144696D06&FORM=IQFRBA
I caught an Australian usage, and though I might humorously relate ‘bat’ to ‘wombat.’
That’s one hubby that is not likely to see the next day. How horrible! Having just lost all I had left of my youth in one fell swoop of hubby’s arm (knocked my shelf off the wall) which destroyed ALL my little pretties. I can totally relate to this story. 😦 😦
Oh dear! That sounds awful 🙂 Did your hubby survive your revenge? 🙂 Just kidding 😀
That’s what unconditional love is all about. After 22 years, I’m not going to throw him away, though, I may make him buy me a new hutch to keep my pretties in.
“That’s what unconditional love is all about.”
You have a great attitude — and hopefully your sweetie will feel the same, if you ever crunch the car. No one can undo damage by fuming about it.
And now something else is smouldering, ready to go up in smoke. 😦 Good tale, but I’ll avoid their place for a month or so.
Thanks Christine. Yeah. I must plot the wife’s revenge 🙂
Oh for goodness sake, it’s only a chair!
There is the chair, and there is the value 🙂
Dear Joyful,
That’s one husband whose in serious trouble. I have a feeling he’s going up like a match. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. If she is the watery kind, she might plan something else 🙂
That’s sad. Reminds me of the times my father was “lending” all the old stuff in my house. 🙂
Tears appear between the cracks in her voice… that’s a good line. Interesting story.
Oh, how heartless he is about her special chair. Made me sad. Great take though!
Missed it the first time! Think I got it now.
Oh … I can just picture her face when the message ends. WOW … an invite to a fire with her chair. Someone’s in BIG trouble. HA HA loved it.
Isadora 😎
Uh oh….
Oh dear!!