Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


Dale’s Broken Door.


‘You expect me to walk the dog and wash up – again!’
She slammed the door on the way out.
What did I say?
‘Weight watchers?’ I shouted after her.
It’s true, always another class.
Jogging or swimming, gossiping. I’ve married a fat ghost.
I expect she’ll stay with friends tonight. Moody!
Sorry dear, the meeting ran late, the boss insisted on a couple of drinks.
‘There is always next month you know.’
She didn’t like that.
“Look – tonight,” she pointed at the calendar.
We’ve been trying, but this organised sex is so stressful.
Honestly, I’m not ready for children.



21 responses to “Cracks

  1. Methinks they should go their separate ways…

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  2. I don’t think he even likes her. “Fat ghost”? That’s downright mean. Wonder what she thinks of him?

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  3. A child would certainly not fix the cracks in their relationship.

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  4. Conceiving can be stressful, and really take the fun out of things!

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  5. Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea for these two to bring children into the world

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  6. Glad these two crackpots aren’t my neighbors.

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  7. Poor guy.. That’s gotta suck.

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  8. Cracked relationship for sure. Children can only make this worse.

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  9. This is definitely a cracked relationship.

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  10. I don’t know about cracks – looks to me like chasms and really they shouldn’t breed.

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  11. I don’t give this relationship long

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