Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.
Tripped Up
Words: 98
“Where’s Mom?”
“How would I know?”
“She’s your wife too!”
“Not any longer.” He gave a snort.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing.” He turned away and resumed packing.
“Where are you going?”
“Camping. Hiking. Boating. Barbecue.” He smacked his lips. “Why?”
“Without Mom?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Who would do all the work? You?”
“What do you mean?!”
“As if you don’t know.”
“I don’t.” His father heaved the can but couldn’t lift it. He gave up and attempted to drag it.
“Just a minute,” his son stopped him and raised the lid.
He found his mother.
Chopped into pieces.
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