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.”
(100 words)
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.
Good take on the prompt. 👍
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Thanks Sadje.
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Welcome
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Yikes.
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Breaking a nose is a whole other level of violence
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Yes it is.
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Aouch! What a twist!
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Hopefully, there won’t be a ‘next time’!
Click to read my FriFic tale!
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Didn’t expect that ending. I fear what will happen next time.
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Now that’s what I call a powerful story. Well done!
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Thanks Susan!
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She’s a very forgiving wife. I hope her strategy works, but I suspect it’ll take more than a taped up door to reform this drunk.
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I suspect so!
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Good story.
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