Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Roger Bultot

The Routine

Jamie loved his wife dearly but he thought she was a bit fussy: always checking that the windows were closed, the oven and iron were off, and no faucets were dripping before they went anywhere. He waited for her to complete her routine each time they left the apartment.

While Mona was visiting her sister, Jamie prepared his meals, ironed his own shirts, left the bed unmade. He made a point of leaving the apartment without performing Mona’s exit routine, congratulating himself for being the reasonable one.

The way Jamie remembered it, he hadn’t left anything cooking on the stove.
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Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Lauren Moscato

Things Were Looking Up

“Been there, done that,” George’s father, Alvin, said, after he caught George climbing in the bedroom window just before dawn, again. It was all George could do not to roll his eyes; he knew the lectures by heart.

The good news: they were moving and, Alvin said, smiling, one bedroom had a separate entrance that would be George’s.

That’s more like it, George thought, dreaming of telling his friends how he was going to have his own door to come and go as he pleased. No more answering to his old man as to his whereabouts. Things were looking up.