“The house keys!” He panics his pockets.
“Every bloody time!” She groans.
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Ten minutes she’d said and he’s tapping his toes on the terracotta tiling at the front porch. Patiently waiting. Ten minutes on her eyebrows and the many little finishing touches she simply must complete before she’s good and ready. She’ll turn on her heels before the dress mirror. Then decide she wants to wear flats. There might be an unruly strand of hair needs taming. Then a broach will be clashing with a scarf. He must, must remember to compliment her, which he does with a fruity whistle.
“The house keys!” He panics his pockets. “Every bloody time!” She groans.
Paul A. Freeman
24/11/2023 11:22:47 am
Ha, ha, ha! Men, eh!
Ruby Lyn Norada
26/11/2023 05:09:54 am
LOL. Patience is a virtue. :) Fun read. Nice one, David. :)
Sue Clayton
27/11/2023 05:27:48 am
Cherished thoughts shared by millions of couples world wide.
Christa Loughrey
27/11/2023 07:23:25 pm
Another great title, and a great little illustration, too.
david milner
29/11/2023 11:58:21 am
Christa, Ruby, Sue, Jim B, Don and Paul thankyou for kind and lovely comments. Comments are closed.
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