Prompts = Place, Porcelain, While
Story New — A Retail Man Cave
I’d had no desire to accompany my wife on her shopping trip for dishes. Who cares what they look like? All I care about is the cost; if I ate on dime store plates growing up, they’re fine for my family.
But The Porcelain Palace is amazing. While I watched sports, ate pizza, and drank beer with the other husbands, my wife shopped. I think she showed me the stuff before she bought? Honestly, I don’t remember; I drank a lot that day.
And I have no idea how much it cost. But I think it was well worth it.
Story Old — untitled
Photo by Leópold Kristjánsson on Unsplash
They sat around the fire, reminiscing. Years had passed since that fateful day when they’d found her, lying still on the cold ground. They still couldn’t forgive themselves for having been away while her life had ebbed away.
Happy had been their world with her in it. Singing as they set off daily and whistling while working; now everything was done in the silence of mourning.
Her singing and dancing and open take on life — gone forever. Only her porcelain skin and ever smiling ruby lips were preserved inside the crystal coffin — precious within precious — her final resting place.
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