I’m sure you’re wondering why you returned to an empty house. Allow me to explain. Since you no longer permit me to work, I decided to do a thorough house cleaning.
I never liked that big arm chair of yours that you placed in front of the patched hole in the wall where you bashed my head, so I tossed it.
Then came the sofa where I spent six weeks recovering from you pushing me down the stairs. It was heavy so I called my friend Peter (You remember my friends, right honey? Those people I’m no longer allowed to see?)
Peter and I talked at length and I realized that it wasn’t the furniture that I needed to clear from my life. He helped my pack up what little I have been allowed to keep in our marriage and now I’m leaving all my clutter behind. It feels fantastic!
P.S. Hope you enjoyed that casserole I left for you. Oh, and we’re out of rat poison. Love you!
Word Count: 172
[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words.]