Reluctantly he handed her the repair note. His wife’s jewel-studded manicured nails scratched across his fingers as she snatched the crumpled paper.
“Just what were you thinking? You knew how difficult it was to get the elevator service technician to commit for a repair date!” She continued, “Oh, don’t tell me you’re capable of fixing it. That’s a joke! You can’t even cook dinner or wash the laundry when I tell you!”
“But, Honey, your dinner is ready and laundry done! I didn’t think you would mind if I tried repairing the elevator myself. I’m the landlord after all…”
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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.
THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.
Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields