SUNNY DISPOSITION
Wendy didn’t begrudge Bob’s monthly poker night with the guys, nor mind that he had a couple of beers, but last night he had overindulged. She’d need to have a word with him about that when his head stopped pounding; they had a young child now. Hung-over Bob was as petulant and demanding as the baby.
Ah, Sunday brunch on the deck – sunshine and fresh air. Who demanded fried eggs as a sober-up meal??!
“I don’t like sunny-side-up! I wanted over-easy!”
Wendy extended her hand toward the fence and inverted the platter.
“You want over-easy?? Okay Bob, you got over-easy!”
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
My parents used to winter in Florida, renting a trailer from a farming family. They had three children. While never drunken, the husband could occasionally become exasperating. It was always quickly nipped in the bud by a ‘mother’s’ steely stare, and the words, “I didn’t take you to raise!”
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