Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks Rochelle for being our gracious host and of course the beautiful photo prompt. For more stories on this prompt click here.
Damned electricity. Why hadn’t the inverter auto-started? Had that conked off too? She needed to lodge a complaint – but where?
Clueless, she hobbled to the kitchen. She lit the lamps. He would have never known where they were. She felt better. She would manage. She always had. It was he who had sat around doing nothing.
Drip. Drip. That dratted tap. At this rate, her tanks would empty. What would she do then?
Surely he could have fixed that? Inconsiderate and careless as usual, she fumed.
She looked up and shook her fist.
Couldn’t you have booked my tickets too?
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