(NOTE: I didn’t do this last week. Why? I took the picture. Knowing the context screwed up my ability to make stuff up about it. 🙂 )
Eve watched the fog roll in over the lake and sighed. There was much to do before nightfall: secure the windows and doors, repour the salt at the threshold, and the garlic at the corners of the lot was probably rotten by now. She’d have to make sure they had enough candles, too; electric light drew more attention than fire. One might find a weak spot.
There was laundry, too, and the carpets needed vacuuming. At least the dishes were finished.
“Jim, can you take the trash out?” she asked, knowing the answer.
“In a minute, babe. The game’s on.”
Word Count: 99
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He’s obviously unmoved by the prospect of the evening to come. Well done.
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I guess Jim’s got a better understanding of the real world; Eve needs help, not garlic. And a husband who does his share of the housework.
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Ooh, another spooky one, and what an interesting twist, that the supernatural dangers hinted at are so mundane that they’re listed in the same breath as laundry and football games.
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Let’s hope Eve finds the courage to up and leave Jim to his game. “Babe” indeed!
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She could wait till he’s out with the garbage, and pour salt at the doorsill then. 😳
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Yep. Got to wait for the commercial.
I really liked this piece.
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The comments are funny in that they are focusing on the hubby watching the game more than the wife preparing for a zombie attack; priorities, indeed.
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Seems Jim isn’t bothered by the supernatural. Maybe they live in Transylvania. Well done, Luther. 🙂 — Suzanne
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