He might’ve taken her seriously if she took herself less so. Sitting across from her, she spoke as if she were orating.
“Going forward, there shall be no more of this nonsense,” she said. Only “forward” was faw-wahd, “more” sounded like mo-wah and she hissed her s’s, making it hard to focus on what she was actually saying.
He wondered why such a hot body was wasted by such a shrew’s mouth.
Now, it was just a matter of time. He resisted the urge to recheck the label on the box in the kitchen, certain it would still read “fast-acting”.
{In response to this week’s word prompt from velvetverbosity.com: “forward”}
Oh my…not a happy domicile 🙂 I can picture her sitting there, giving her imperious orders!
Ha! Thanks. I’m glad you caught that image. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
I can hear her speak. Wonderful descriptions. That was a real ‘gotcha’ ending too.
Thanks, Tara! I do like to create twists in these 100 word challenges. I’m glad you liked it.
HAHAHA!!! I shouldn’t laugh, but I sense a theme in some of your pieces here. Did you ever write for television, perchance? You should!
What a delight to be greeted by such a comment this morning! Thanks for reading & letting me know you enjoyed my art. My husband is safe, but I’ve got a murder mystery (or two) lurking within.
Great description of her voice. Good job.
How deliciously devilish!