Sunday, July 16, 2017

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Post 1567. Sunday July 16

Sunday Photo Fiction and Sunday's Whirligig




I liked it. It was perfect.

‘The Monk’s House, what a lovely name’

‘More like a monkey house’ my wife muttered pointing at the bamboo poles holding it up.

Look, three wooden kisses on the front’ I said. ‘That’s a sign’ 

‘Hmph,’ she went.

We clambered our way to the back garden. ‘A pond’ I gleefully chuckled. 

‘It's got slimy green skin on it’ she said.

‘It just needs stirring’ I suggested. ‘Why that face?’

‘Even the tree’s leafless’ she complained.

‘It’s winter’ I said.

‘It’s spring’ she yelled.

‘Listen, a blackbird’ I enthused.

‘That’s a car alarm down the street’ she mumbled.


We went inside. Okay, it was a mess, but nothing hanging a couple of my paintings and buying a few bits from Ikea couldn't sort out.

‘You can't put a cup and saucer together, let alone sofas and bookshelves’ she laughed. ‘As for your stupid paintings…’

‘The bath’s filthy’ she said.

 ‘Well, clean it’ said I. I bit my tongue; if looks could kill.

‘The fireplace is dirty’ she moaned.

‘Well, erm… I’ll clean it’ I said.


I live in the Monk’s House now. An aptly named place for a single man.



The photo at Sunday Photo Fiction comes to us courtesy of Mike Vore.

The given words at Sunday's Whirligig are bath, bamboo, hanging, dirty, wife, stirring, paintings, leafless, skin, blackbird, monk and fire.

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33 comments:

  1. When you come to the end of a lollipop...

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  2. Oh, dear. Not how he wanted to end up, i'm sure.

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    1. At least he got the home he wanted even though it came at a cost!

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  3. Wonderful slapstick dialogue and the final curl is so dramatic.

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  4. Too many booboos while talking to a disgruntled wife is never advisable. Poor guy, hope he finds some peace at least.

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  5. Strikes a note :). I have a nephew, as filthy as the protagonist here, presently staying with me, and it rankles me all the time.

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    1. Oh dear, sorry about that! Hope he doesn't read this!

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  6. Oh my, they were a bit at odds with one another... better single and happy than together and unhappy, right?

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  7. HaHa! That's brilliant! I am so glad he got rid of that miserable Mare, what a horrible woman! Great job :D

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  8. Hi Keith - well he'll have lots of wall space to fill with his paintings ... or just use them to paint on. Fun to think about ... especially as I was thinking about Monk's House at Rodmell before I read on. Enjoy the scarecrows in Pevensey ... I'm sure you'll show us some photos ... cheers Hilary

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    1. I knew there was a Monk's House somewhere near here, but I couldn't remember where! Thanks for reminding me. Scarecrow photos? You bet!

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  9. I love in the Monk's House now (peacefully). the final line was a twist.loved the way the poor husband responded to his wife with patience.

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  10. I dare say he is better off without that harpy. Nicely done!

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  11. Oh dear...not everyone gets marital bliss. Better luck next time:)

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  12. Great story Keith but her determination from the start was a warning signal. I always found it best to find fault myself with houses while the good wife praised it, all the while with me thinking how good it was myself.

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    1. Now that is clever - a bit of reverse psychology! Thanks OE.

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  13. Fantastic to and fro dialogue, Keith.

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  14. Might be for the best. She did did sound a little 'glass half empty'.
    I enjoyed your tale Keith.

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  15. I had no idea, as I started reading, how this little domestic drama would end. Now I know. Oh!

    My Whirligig poem

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  16. I think he is better off without her. They seem to be not made for each other as there seemed to be no giving in from either side. Good story Keith.

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