Thursday, February 18, 2016

Fray: A Six Sentence Story



As his feet clattered down the stairs that morning, she put the finishing touches on her already-clean kitchen, running the bleach-soaked dishcloth across the counter one last time, making sure each tiny bit of cloth was collected, while the miniscule hole carefully pierced into the mop bucket trickled water into a growing pool on the linoleum.

"I poured your coffee when I heard you coming," she said, offering her cheek to him for a quick kiss and gesturing to his place at the breakfast bar, already neatly set with breakfast dishes and a steaming cup of coffee, the morning paper next to his napkin. A bowl of marmalade shimmered in a patch of sunlight that streamed through the kitchen window, and the toaster sat nearby at the ready, two slices of bread already in the slots.

Before he had a chance to sit down, she called over to him from the stove, "Darling, would you push the toast down while I finish your egg?" 

"Well, would you look at this," he said as he reached across the counter to push the lever down. "It looks like a mouse has gnawed on this cord and caused it to fray," and with the mop water now quietly covering the soles of his wingtip shoes, he reached for the cord; the sound of the electricity coursing through his body startled her for just a moment, and then she smiled sweetly to herself as she slid her sunny-side up egg onto a plate and prepared to enjoy it with a slice of bread and some marmalade.





Linking up with Ivy at Uncharted for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "fray."

19 comments:

  1. At first I didn't understand about the carefully pierced hole in the mop bucket, but she planned the whole thing, the sociopath. I suspect she got tired of caring for all his needs and I bet he was unappreciative of all her efforts. Husbands ought to be warned.

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    1. I think he was probably very demanding about keeping the house clean. He was asking for it.

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  2. MACABRE! Good grief, my Dyannedellion, your heroines are HARDCORE :D Loved the set-up, and her callous breakfast :D

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    1. Ohhhh, thank you! It's too bad she couldn't have toasted her bread....

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    2. HA! Yeah, but I'm betting there was some kind of life-insurance payout, and she got a new toaster pretty soon.

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  3. Welcome home! There hasn't been a good murder in a long time

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    1. Thank you, thank you, thank you! It's good to be back!

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  4. Excellent! You put more story in 6 sentences than some books do. You're such a great writer.

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    1. Thank you so much! You always make my heart soar!

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  5. Somehow I had a feeling someone was going to get it... ;)
    Great story!

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  6. Ha! I love this so much!! Perfectly calculated.

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  7. good to have the lethal female contingency representing!

    (sorry get all thug on the Comment…. good Six!)
    lol

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  8. You and your 6's have been missed!
    How delightfully...deadly this was :)
    Don't ask me why but I've got a 1940's maybe 1950's kitchen scene going on here lol

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    1. Thank you, Denise! And definitely a 1950s kitchen! You know how I think!

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  9. Luckily that never happened to me, mind you I was the first one up and she got a cup of tea in bed while I got my own breakfast before dashing off to work. I must have been doing something right. Great story!

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