Timber Wolf
Benjamin noticed the look on her face. “You picked this?” She nodded. “I liked the name.” She sat at their kitchen table, took a sip of water, the first of her eight glasses she’d have that day. He stared at the small container in his hand. “I don’t even see a name, Hadley. Except the company name, Benajamin Moore. Is this a joke?” “No, silly. Look on the bottom.” He turned it over, slowly. Saw the bar code, and other small numbers. Then he noticed it: Timber Wolf. “I don’t get it,” he said. “You know I love wolves, Benji. It’s why I joined the Sierra Club. And you like them, too. Or at least you used to. I guess I just liked the sound of it.” “But, the color? It’s silver. With metallic flakes. Do you think that’s gonna work on our kitchen walls?” “We’ll see,” she said, walking toward him. “I only bought two ounces. We can paint it here,” she indicated the wall adjacent to the microwave. “I think it’ll be dazzling when the morning sun hits it.” “Yeah, more like nauseating. I think it looks like a disco ball. Might be better as your eye makeup?” “I don’t wear eye makeup, in case you hadn’t noticed.” Hadley flounced down in her seat again. “Nail polish?” She scowled. Put her head on her elbow. Benjamin looked at her, then back at the paint. “Alright, let’s try it. But if it doesn’t work, then you can pay for the painters to try something new.” “What’s wrong with you today? Did the Cowboys lose their game? Why so cranky? She ran her fingers through her curly auburn hair. “I’m…” what was it? He searched for what to say. “I feel lost.” “Huh?”]]>Timber Wolf
Sounds about right. Echoes any couple in a Universal discussion about something as inane as paint. Wonderful.
Nice easy banter, leading to quite an abrupt ending. Would love to see where this is leading, right when it ends.
underneath the jungle gym hollow gray fire escape thief… FABULOUS
Work it out and work it good. It’s called compromise.
Very easy flow and your descriptiveness puts me right at the kitchen table. I could use some Timber Wolf in my life!
This sounds like me and the spouse. Very real, even if it is fiction.
I like how his grumpy attitude is just a front for his feeling lost, his admission at the end. This seems real, how people usually act, including me. Deeper stuff erupt in some other way. Nice job.
OH MY GOSH ! YOUR STUFF IS SO REAL AND THEN YOU LEAVE ME HANGING AGAIN AND I HAVE TO MAKE UP MY OWN STORY AND THEY’RE NOT AS GOOD AS YOURS.
Love you so, Mom
I don’t mean to disagree with your Mom, but I enjoy the ones where you seem to leave off and then we (your readers) get to finish the scene. I sit here and use my imagination. Why would anyone admit they are lost to their partner? Hmm? So many possibilities.
you always end these and many of your other stories having me on my heels with my ears up and wanting more..on purpose is suspect
Loved the dialogue as usual. And you left me wondering. Nice!