Note: I know it’s not Friday but Rochelle posts the photo prompt on Wednesday to give people a chance to come up with a story. I’m posting this today because it’s 3:30 in the morning and I haven’t had a chance to write the post I was going to publish today. And I figured it would be good to have a break in the relatively “heavy” subject about which I’ve been posting.
It started with a broken pipe; and ended with a broken marriage.
I waited for the plumber, hoping for a quick fix. It turned out that the plumber was not only very professional, he was kind, compassionate, and sensitive. I saw it in the way he interacted with the kids. There was more though; it was a feeling. The way he spoke to me. The way he looked at me: understanding and knowing.
It was then that I realized what was lacking in my marriage; what I had settled for.
Then it was over.
A new start was in sight.
Word Count: 100
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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo and invites her readers to write a complete story using exactly 100 words. No more. No less. It’s fun. It’s challenging. Give it a try!
Dear Corina,
The plumber? Usually its the milkman. 😉 Well written, I enjoyed this one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Get your cold hands off my pipe!
Good piece.
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I refuse to make any of the hundreds of jokes, mainly rude, that spring to mind.
Sensitive piece, well written.
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All it takes is that one perfect trigger. Better now then after more years of sadness…
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Nicely done. I think the line ‘waiting for the plumber and hoping for a quick fix’ has something about it. I liked the idea of a single encounter showing you everything that was missing from your life. Good angle.
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it must have been the ‘Plumber’s Crack’ that did it.
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An excellent, tersely narrated, complete story! Very well-done. And I really like your opening line: “It started with a broken pipe; and ended with a broken marriage.” Talk about brief!
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Plumbers, eh? I just let the pipes leak. The house is a real mess, but the missus is still here – cookin’ and cleanin’.
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Those gosh darned plumbers. 😉 Great story.
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Good for her to end what isn’t working. That is some plumber. Great take on the prompt.
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It does look like plumbing. You never know what is going to happen when the plumber comes over. 🙂
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Grass is always greener…
OTOH, everyone needs a plumbing examination from time to time.
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That sort of happened to me!:-) Only I didn’t have to leave anybody. Enjoyed the story.
Lily
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It is sad that the tipping point comes at all. That is should come as routine maintenance speaks to a massive cultural degradation. Good and very sad story.
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Thank you!
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