On his way home from work he bought his wife thirty-three white roses. Last night they had a bad fight.
He unlocked the door and entered.
‘Honey, I bought you roses!’
He was startled. Half of the furniture was gone.
On a table he found a message: DIVORCE.
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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7 thoughts on “50-Word Tales #109”
How do you find these amazing pics to go somperfectly with ur stories..they look hand painted..do u do thatas well
I am afraid not. This boy is a poor painter.
Yikes — what a message to come home to! Maybe a neighbor will enjoy the white roses instead?
Indeed. A married neighbour perhaps.
I absolutely love your 50-word tales!
I’m sensing a theme…