The Would Be Novelist

“Sylvia, you chattering bore, how many times have I told you? If I’m sitting at the desk with a pen in my hand, I am trying to write, and the very last thing I want to hear is your snide remarks about other people’s flower gardens or the malicious tales, outright lies more likely, you collect as though they were the rarest of butterflies.

She looked at him as though he’d chipped her mother’s fine china, and left.

He thought he heard a muffled sob from the other room, as he tried to find his train of thought once more.

 

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

Advertisements

10 thoughts on “The Would Be Novelist

  1. Me too glad. There’s an issue in this household that isn’t going to be easy to fix. Perhaps he can use her collection of tales and lies to write some of his own. She looked at him as though he’d chipped her mother’s fine china – love it.

  2. Craig, He was pretty harsh. I don’t blame her for crying. If it had been the other way around, he would have probably been deeply wounded. A happy medium needs to be reached here. Well written with great description. :) —Susan

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s