BRIAN
‘Where have you hidden my glasses?’
Brian demanded.
Dawn sighed. ‘They’re on the table where you put
them.’
Brian snatched up glasses and
newspaper, but two minutes later he threw the paper down. ‘Bloody Tories! It’s
your fault for voting Labour.”
Dawn chopped onions, trying not to
cry. Everything was her fault these days. ‘How about a nice
cup of tea?’
Taking his grunt as assent, she
placed his mug beside him, but Brian deliberately knocked it over. ‘I’m not
drinking that – you’ve poisoned it!’
As Dawn ran cold water over her arm
she wept for her husband, lost forever in a cloud.
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I did try to think of a 'silver lining' story but this is what came out ! Thanks to Rochelle for the photo prompt and for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ from whence you can follow the link to read how other writers interpreted the prompt.
