Sauce for the Gander

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Photo (c) Roger Bultot

Sauce for the Gander

 Words 100

“Chunnilal!”

“Who’s it?” Chunnilal called from within.

“It’s your friend. Was amnesia part of your dowry?”

“Come in!”

“A remarkable transformation of your dingy squalid quarters.” Kanha whistled.

“My wife’s handiwork.”

“Mmm the aroma of freshly tempered dal! Makes me regret bachelorhood.”

“Stay for dinner.” Chunnilal succumbed to his wife’s nudge.

“Not today. I’ve been summoned by your heartbroken paramour.” He winked and vanished.

“That troublemaker!” Chunnilal cursed.

“But not a liar.”

“It was before…”

“Would you overlook my ‘before’?” She challenged.

“I would.” He swore.

“Then we are even.” She smiled.

“You mean…NO! Get out.”

“Even but not equal.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thank you Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Roger Bultot for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Thanks for reading – have a great weekend 🙂

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