photo credit: Sandra Crook
Before Jamison could explain, Suzanne dropped her suitcase outside the front door, ran through the living room and out the newly installed patio doors leading to the garden. Seeing the roof she closed her eyes. Her heels sunk in artificial grass, freshly watered but empty of the pleasant dew smell.
“Fuck, James. You had ONE job.”
Suzanne grabbed her phone and speed-dialed the construction manager, one finger in her ear to block Jamison’s noise.
“Ned! Thank God. About the roof…. Well, my husband’s clearly incompetent!”
Jamison opened his mouth to speak then thought, “Why bother.”
This flash fiction is based off of the photo prompt above for Friday Fictioneers – flash fiction under 100 words. This was my first time participating and it was a lot of fun, so I look forward to joining in for more!
Drunk Off Rhetoric 