“Have you seen my camera?” Ed asked his wife. “It was on the balcony.”
“Oh,” she said. “The one you use to take pictures of the moon and the stars on the balcony every night?”
Ed was beginning to feel a little anxious. “Um, yeah.”
“It was cloudy last night and I was curious why you spent an hour on the balcony,” she explained. “So I looked at the images in your camera’s memory and found nothing but naked pictures of that woman in the building across the court. So I tossed your camera off the balcony. You understand, right?”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rachel Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.