It’s that time again. This week’s flash fiction challenge from terribleminds.com asked us to pick any 4 of the following 8 words: saw, milkshake, bath, flowerpot, wheelchair, bully, zoo, heretic.
I chose the first 4 and used them to craft this small little tale. Now normally I don’t want to colour anyone’s feelings about the story before they read it, and I particularly don’t want to in this case, but I feel I should say that while in absolutely no way explicit this story could potentially be disturbing to some so consider yourselves warned. On the other hand anyone who reads this warning and gets more excited to read the story will probably find themselves disappointed.
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George and Sue
George sighed and finally pulled the plug on his bath. Standing up, he ran the shower for a final rinse and then got out to towel off and finish off his various preparations. His wife, Sue, poked her head in while he was brushing his teeth.
“Well it’s about time. I thought maybe you’d drowned up here or something,” she said.
“Ha ha,” George said, after spitting out a mouth of toothpaste suds. “You know I like to be clean and looking good before I go out.”
“Yes dear. I know. I’ll never understand, but I know. I mean, you’re just going out to get this month’s meat. Even worse, you’ll be splattered in blood when you get home,” Sue said.
“Having a dirty job to do is no excuse for showing up dirty.”
“Of course dear. Which is why your saw is cleaned, polished and laid out for you on the kitchen table.”
George flashed an affectionate smile at he wife. “Why thank you honey. Why the special treatment?”
“No reason. I just knew you were running a little late today and thought I’d help out. If you want to thank me you could whip up one of your triple-shot rum milkshakes after you get home.”
“Definitely. I’ll even use the real vanilla,” he said.
“In that case hurry it up here and get going. It’s going to drive me nuts waiting for that. Oh, I’m heading out back to pick out some flowers to plant in that gorgeous flowerpot the McMillans gave us so don’t bother looking for me when you’re leaving.”
“Ok dear. Have fun,” he said.
She left then and George turned back to the mirror for a quick shave, but he hadn’t even lathered up when she popped back in with one finger pointing at him accusingly.
“And George Filbert you better not bring back a bunch of tough and gamey meat. You might have fun chasing the panicked young ones around but I don’t appreciate the results when its on the plate. At the very least make sure most of the meat is of the sort I can serve proudly.”
“I promise dear, now go pick out your flowers and let me finish getting ready.”
George hummed to himself while he shaved and reflected on just how lucky he was to have married a woman like Sue. Finished his grooming he got dressed and went downstairs to collect his things. The saw was on the table like she promised. It gleamed. Beside the saw he found something new: a gorgeous hunting knife for field dressing, and a note.
“Happy early birthday dear! I love you very much. See you tonight.”
George smiled. He’d really have to make sure to find some choice meat tonight and make sure it was just the way Sue liked it. After all, he had the best wife in the world, and she appreciated him. What more could he ask for? Saw and knife in hand he checked himself once more in the hall mirror and picked up his hunting bag. A quick check made sure everything was there and the stun-gun’s batteries were charged. Satisfied he grabbed his keys and headed out to his van.
“All ready George,” he said to himself. “Time to go have some fun. Not too much though. A promise is a promise, and you’ve got a great wife waiting for her milkshake.”