By Simon Hole
The weather turned foul, which suited Thomas just fine. Through the picture window, he watched the maple in the front yard swing in the wind. He smiled when it cracked and fell on the power line, plunging the neighborhood into darkness.
Jeanette had stormed out of the house an hour ago. They had been arguing. Again. This argument was about whether to hide a spare key by the front step. “We don’t need it!” she’d shouted, and slammed the door behind her, leaving her purse, and keys, on the table.
Carefully, gleefully, Thomas crossed the room and locked the front door.
LOL… I LOVE it… it sounds like the worst of me. I’ve had those feelings after an argument. You’ve captured that evil spirit so beautifully in every way. Kudos!!!
I really like this one, thanks Simon. I especially like the punch of dialogue – it really stands out well, the fact that Jeanette ‘stormed’ out and that all of this passion and chaos ends with a careful, gleeful note. Nice!
Me too. I liked it a lot. I had to smile reading the last sentence.
Great story, as always, Simon. Keep writing ’em and I’ll keep readin’ ’em!
Gleefully carefully he locked the front door. Love it.
Thank you all for your kind comments. I’m glad you all enjoyed this one. A special shout out to my editor, Emily, from 101 Words. Twas she who suggested the word gleefully. You’re the best, Emily.
Thanks for sharing, It gave me a chuckle.
Great writing. Nearly everything shown instead of told. Very human, very funny.
I’m not that our hero here is the winner.
Isn’t he the one that’s left sitting in a locked house……….in the dark…
Shhhh. Don’t tell him.
Great response Simon………