“You’re a fool,” she said. “A ridiculous old fool. And they’re the worst. I don’t know why I married you. I had so many better offers.”
“It’ll be a local landmark,” I said
“An eye-sore more like. You and your hair-brained schemes,” she said. “We’ll be the laughing stock.”
“We’ll sell more gas,” I said.
“You crazy old man. We won’t sell more gas,” she said. “All our neighbours will only come to laugh and point. At you.”
I went ahead and built it anyway. Built it with deep foundations. Foundations deep and solid enough to keep her quiet forever.
This is a piece in response to Julia’s prompt week#47. Julia provides a prompt for writers to add 100 words to. In this case it was to be inspired by the photo she provided above. See Julia’s place for more information.
Love it, great ending.
Thanks for the comment Sally
Oh, that’s creepy, Claire! But I liked it. Subtle, but with the appropriate sense of menace. Nice work!
Thanks, a bit black for such a quirky picture I know.
A writer after my own heart! Think there should be a gory sequel from beyond the grave. Great read!
Thanks for coming to read. Perhaps I will make her rise up and get her own back!
This is a great one. I love her dialogue, it’s so measured. I can just imagine an exasperated wife saying it. And the ending is darkly subtle. Great stuff!
Hi Simon, thanks for the feedback. I didn’t want to spell it out in the ending, but for readers to know what happened.
oooh this one turned dark and menacing – great job.
Thanks Lynne