Friday Fictioneer: Dinner
“What a day. The only thing that kept me going was your love,” he said. “I’m starving. The kitchen is the center of the house. I remember many happy days in my mother’s kitchen. What’s for dinner, my love?”
“Take out.” She didn’t sound happy.
“I had a bad day too. Then I have to come home, cook and clean. You want a home cooked meal. Hire a cook.”
“By your wish, my love.”
“And a maid?” she asked hopefully.
“By your wish,” he said. “Can we eat now? I’m really hungry.”
“By your wish, my beloved.”
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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a photo prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play. Click HERE to read other Fictioneers’ stories.
I’m not sure he’s being entirely honest in his promises
If not, there may not even be take out for him. Too bad for him.
He must be very hungry to make those promises! Not sure they will be fulfilled though.
Here’s my story.
You’re the second man to tell me that. You must know something I don’t.
But then, this is fiction. ;0)
;0) I never thought of it like that, but I think you’re right.
Everyone is happy 😉
Fantasy always have a happy ending. ;0)
She drives a hard bargain. Nice resolution. 😉
If he keeps to his promises, this should bode well for their future.
I know but I doubt she’ll cancel the takeout that evening. I wouldn’t. 😀 — Suzanne
May be he should learn to cook. He should be happy that there is something to eat. So what it is Take Out?
Take out??? Indian of course.
I would believe it when I saw it. That night though I’d call for takeout. A good story and dialogue, Phyllis. 🙂 — Suzanne
It’s fantasy. Anything could happen.
Thanks for reading. ;0)
I know, but I doubt she’ll cancel the takeout that evening. I wouldn’t. Well done, 😀 — Suzanne