Joan managed their pensions with an iron fist but, as
she divided bargain mince into plastic boxes, Andrew ventured, “I’d love a steak
sometimes.”
“I’d love a Caribbean holiday,” Joan snapped, slamming
the freezer door. “Now where’s my purse?”
“How should I know? I’m not allowed to touch money.”
Andrew sipped his coffee and watched her search her handbag and her pockets without success. “Did you open that window?” he asked.
“Yes – it’s stuffy in here.”
As the net curtains wafted in the breeze, Joan slumped
into her chair – stolen! - even mince would be off the menu next week.
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I must admit that Joan has an element of me in her makeup, as I too buy food when it's on offer and freeze it in batches. So far - touch wood - I have not had my purse stolen!
This week has been a busy one so far, with various appointments already and more to come. As I have picked up a cold - I blame my granddaughter - I shall be driving to those under the influence of medication! The sore throat did not stop me from carving a pumpkin to display on my doorstep tomorrow. That's a home-grown Scotch bonnet chilli beside it :) Happy Hallowe'en!
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I must admit that Joan has an element of me in her makeup, as I too buy food when it's on offer and freeze it in batches. So far - touch wood - I have not had my purse stolen!
This week has been a busy one so far, with various appointments already and more to come. As I have picked up a cold - I blame my granddaughter - I shall be driving to those under the influence of medication! The sore throat did not stop me from carving a pumpkin to display on my doorstep tomorrow. That's a home-grown Scotch bonnet chilli beside it :) Happy Hallowe'en!
The photo that prompted this week's rash of stories in Friday Fictioneers was taken by Fatima Deria and posted by Rochelle on https://rochellewisoff.com/
Oh dear...
ReplyDeleteShe shouldn't have left it by an open window.
DeleteMy bet is Andrew has the purse
ReplyDeleteThat hadn't occurred to me with!
Deletei bet the husband has it. :)
ReplyDeleteYou too?
DeleteAs far as I am concerned, that is a wise way to run things, Liz!
ReplyDeleteBut leaving one's purse by an open window - how sad to have that happen in one's own hope!
I hold the purse strings in my home too - we'd be permanently bbroke otherwise!
DeleteJust goes to show that even the most sensible people sometimes make errors. Hope they can eke out that mince! Great dialogue, Lizy.
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Travel, Fiction and Photos
I'm sure they have enough in the freezer to last a fortnight!
DeleteOh no! Run! You may be able to catch the thief!
ReplyDeletePensioner's legs aren't that agile, as i know all too well!
DeleteGosh! She is super stressed compared to him, but of her own making I fear. It's hard to be the one to take charge of household budgets. Makes you feel like the bad guy. Great take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteThanks Solo. Someone hAs to do it!
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteWhat a horrible place to be in. Well written dialogue.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle x
DeleteThe pressure of counting those pennies. I fancy a holiday in the Caribbean too!
ReplyDeleteWe'll start saving now, shall we?
DeleteWas it Andrew, was it a passing thief, did it drop down behind a chair? I wonder!
ReplyDeleteHere's my contribution!
Who knows? Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteTo save a bit food is sometimes a good idea... (and it might be good if you do it well)... so what's for dinner now?
ReplyDeleteIn my house tonight, left-overs stew!
DeleteWe spent a couple of weeks in England in July, and I finally know what mince is. Here in the States, we call it hamburger or ground beef :)
ReplyDeletePoor Joan. I feel sorry for her, although I think she's probably made a lot of her own problems.
Yes, being an international forum, there will be moments when UK and US are divided by their common language!
DeleteHmm, mince and missing purse. Poor Joan.
ReplyDeletePoor couple!
DeleteI also think she should look in her husband's pockets. Seem as if he was sitting there while it 'disappeared'.
ReplyDeleteYou are not the only one with a suspicious mind.
DeleteHow terrible! I hope it is misplaced.
ReplyDeleteThere's always a chance that a stray wind blew it under the table, I suppose, but it's a slim chance!
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