An Answer For Everything

“Goddammit Hazel, how dumb are you? There ain’t no mystery here. They added these little ramps so the damn merchants could haul their lousy carts up and down the steps without breaking their backs,” her husband said, snarling behind the soggy end of a cigar. “Or the backs of their mules, if these poor bastards were lucky enough to have one.”

Hazel worried the loose skin of her neck. She worked on swallowing the chalky lump suddenly in her throat.

“Oh, of course,” she said, with a practised calm. “Well, we should keep moving if we’re going to see everything.”

Prompt courtesy of the Friday Fictioneers. Read more stories here.


13 thoughts on “An Answer For Everything

  1. That was a very sad and realistic story, Craig. Why do we let our men dominate us like that? It is a fine balance to keep being feminine and not be bulldozed at the same time.

  2. Fantastic character and relationship study. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to read something more into what Hazel thought the ramps were. I hope so, although I didn’t know what she was thinking about them, the idea that she thought they were for something else added another layer to a great story.

  3. Grrr! Annoying. I don’t know how you wrote this and stayed wonderfully calm. I would’ve had him trip up or fall over at the end. Well told.

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