Laughter the Best Glue
“Happy fiftieth.” She placed his morning cup of tea on the table beside him as he sat bundled up in front of the heater.
“You’re losing it woman.” He grunted. “I was born in summer.”
“What!” she halted in the act of sitting down. “Are you…?” she looked at him worriedly before easing down on the chair opposite him. “Very funny!” she huffed.
“Aha!” He chortled. “You thought I had lost it.”
“Aren’t you going to wish me too?”
“Fifty years?” he mused. “Such a long time yet seems like yesterday doesn’t it?”
“You were busy plotting ways to keep me jumping through the hoops.”
“I have been difficult haven’t I?” He looked at her. “What made you stick around?”
“Why did you?” she parried.
“I asked first.”
“Never mind,” she sneered loftily, “I know why.”
“Because I love you?”
“Nonsense! Because you are lazy!” She twinkled. “And you hate any sort of change.”
“But you revel in change.” He peered at her over his glasses. “So what’s your excuse?”
She shrugged. “Same difference.”
“How?” He frowned. “You like change…”
“And you are so unpredictable.” She dropped a kiss on his shining pate. “Besides you always manage to make me laugh.”
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for regularly hosting the challenge (even if I dont always manage to rise to the bait) and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here