October 13, 2011

Flash fiction by DW

As the hangover gathered its full strength, he arrived at the irrefutable conclusion that his wife had become a bit too big for her boots. That she had left him six months ago, and he had not seen her since – these things were beside the point. The point was, she was doubtless carrying on as usual; as if she ran the show.

He arranged his breakfast items as best he could into a smiley face, then turned the sausage upside-down until – looked at in a certain way – it all began to resemble the face of a spoilt and ungrateful woman.



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