The first week on a new job can be so difficult–for you as well as your loved ones. Especially if they don’t love you back.
This is the theme of my story for Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our rowdy band of fictioneers by providing a photo prompt to inspire us each week. Writers from around the world post 100-word stories, based on the prompt. You can see them all here, and you can post your own story, too!
Many thanks to Dawn Quyle Landau for this week’s photo.
by Jan Brown
Promotions were announced at the precinct. My husband, Jack, got his gold shield. I didn’t.
He always has to be one step ahead.
A wasted evening listening to Jack bitch about his new job in Homicide.
I dissolved my monthly supply of lithium into his coffee.
He forgot his thermos.
I bashed his brake line with a chunk of asphalt.
He didn’t take his car.
I made breakfast for Jack and his new partner.
I reported him missing.
The next spring:
I hiked along the tracks, smiling as I passed their graves.