“My writing room? Yeah right,” Hal said. “That’s what I intended it to be, my special retreat where I would be able to let my creative juices flow. But my selfish wife has taken it over, like just about everything else in my life. She uses it to practice playing her flute. She fancies herself to be a female Ian Anderson, you know, the flutist from the band Jethro Tull. But the god’s honest truth is that she’s terrible at. I tell you, Roger, she is one certified bitch.”
“Well it seems to me, Hal,” Roger said, “that you are standing at a crossroads. You seem to be so timeworn by that woman that you need to make a decision. Stay with her and put up with her shit or leave her and live your own life.”
“I would, Roger,” Hal said, “but she’s the one with all the money and she controls the purse strings. If I left her I’d have to get a real job and I haven’t worked a day in my life. Do you know what I’m saying?”
“Yeah, I think I do, Hal,” Roger said, shaking his head. “I’m sure you’ll feel better when you two snuggle up together in that big, king sized bed tonight.”
Hal smiled. “You got that right, my friend.”
Written for these daily prompts: Scott’s Daily Prompt (writing room), Thursday Inspiration (special), Ragtag Daily Prompt (flute), Word of the Day Challenge (certified), The Daily Spur (bitch), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (crossroads), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (timeworn), and My Vivid Blog (snuggle).