I was just about to go to the glass shop to get an estimate to replace the glass in the door when my wife stopped me.
“No, I don’t want you to fix it,” she said. “Leave the tape on the glass.”
“Why would you want to leave it that way?” I asked. “It looks terrible.”
“I want you to leave it that way,” she said, “so you will be reminded every time you enter our house the damage you do when you come home drunk. This time it was the glass you broke. Last time it was my nose.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.