Thursday, January 14, 2010

Flash Fiction Story #2: Missed Messages

Missed Messages

He said: Where have you been?

She said: Do you like my new shirt?

He said: You should have called. I was starting to get worried.

She said: Forty percent off.

He said: I've been waiting for you to get home to start dinner.

She said: New pillows, too.

He said: I was going to make candied chicken.

She said: The colors reminded me of that little B&B we stayed in on our honeymoon—remember?

He said: Your favorite.

She said: And the most adorable throw rug.

He said: What rug? You wanted to eat at six.

She said: Or was it a blanket?

He said: You always do this.

She said: I never buy pillows.
I'll go back tomorrow. I think we need one more.

He said: Can you return them? They look like the pillows in your mother's guest room.

She said: I always go shopping on Thursday, you know that. Except today I went to JC Penny and Dillard's instead of just Sears.

He said: Can we at least talk about it?

She said: What do you think?

He said:

She said: I didn't say six.

He said: I'm tired.

She said: You're not going to make the chicken?

He said: You know, we're still paying off that vacation to Hawaii.

She said: So?

He said: It's too late for chicken.

She said: Maybe I'll get my hair cut while I'm out tomorrow.

He said: I'm not even hungry any more.

She said: What about me?

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