Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, the best flash fiction in town! Each week– on Wednesday, not Friday, writers from all over the world throw their hats in the ring, and respond to a photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our merry band, and this week Danny Bowman provides the muse. Join us or check out other stories, on Rochelle’s blog, Addicted to Purple.
“Every time I organize the kitchen cabinets, you grab the cereal or something, and put it back wherever you want! It feels like what I do just doesn’t matter!”
Gina’s voice grew increasingly unsteady as she faced her husband.
“For thirteen years, I’ve tried telling you what bothers me, and you dismiss my feelings. ”
She could feel her heart race and her palms grow sweaty, as she tried to tell him how she felt.
Ray smiled. “Honey, let’s not make a mountain out of a mole hill.”
Gina reached for the cast iron skillet. Right where she left it.
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