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We worked hard, determined I was, not to be ‘A Carried Wife.’ More worried about other’s perceptions, I got it wrong. Because he was a lawyer, earning big, didn’t mean people would expect me to slack. Engrossed in that thought, I took my eye of of the ‘us.’
Not seeing his palor, hearing that cough. I failed as his wife. Each night I fell into bed shattered, not fit for the part. Worked, unaware of his appointments. I didn’t hold his hand, wipe his head. Here I am now, clutching a cold yellowed hand, wishing … it wasn’t his deathbed.

Written in response to the picture prompt set at Charli’s Carrot ranch. Thank you for having me back. If you want to give her challenges a go, press the horse 🐎

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Misconceptions of what makes a good Wife.

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Weekend writing prompt #64 In 33 words write a poem or story using the word motive. Thanks Sammi. Press here if you want to read or join in.

She went to make up. Now, looking at bloodied hands, him slumped on the table. The steak knife dripped as the sirens stopped and scarlet spread like a virus across the white cloth.

Thirty three! Talk about stripping your story bare. Could you see she had motive and opportunity? Do you think it stripped to far or was there enough left?

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She Had Motive

Acoustically speaking.

“A badly timed Trump” a prompt from Sacha to be complete in 52 words . Press here to join in the fun.

It was a sombre occasion, you could see your breath leave your mouth. The pews all waxed and lillies beautifully bookended the pulpit. A vicar as old as the church itself went up the steps, releasing a loud trump which riccochet off the walls. He  sniffed.loudly as the funeral march began.

In England it is another word for flatulence! I do believe it has the same meaning globally *wink wink*

Have you held back a titter, stiffled a smirk or guffawed in the wrong moment? Tell me in the comments I can’t wait to reply. 

The Interloper.

A 99 word flash fiction on a prickly subject is the prompt this week over at the carrot Ranch, press   Charli  to join in make connections or read.

 

 

 

Sissy knew there’d been an interloper, things moved, food consumed under cover of darkness; she’d have them tonight, catch them red handed. Settling down in her chair among the shadow’s she was twitchy jumping at every creak.

Three thirty she heard it, a patter of feet, as they came close she leapt! Knocking a glass to the floor ‘CRASH’ Incensed she scratched and fought. Just then Mark switched on a light. “Sissy, did you bring in a hedgehog”?  He promptly chased them out into the cold night, scratched his head picked up the broken glass and returned to bed.

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A lighthearted 99 words, did you get it? do you know who or what Sissy was?Let me know in the comments I love it when you talk.