You Never Listen to Me: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

You Never Listen to Me

While Angie transferred clothes from the washer to the dryer, Charlie was in the other room saying something. She asked him to repeat himself. He got offended.

When Angie vacuumed or fed papers through the shredder, she could hear Charlie’s voice but couldn’t understand him. He pouted when she explained she couldn’t hear him over the machines.

“You never listen to me,” Charlie complained.

He expected her to hover within conversation range while he showered. Saturday night, the sounds of the shower water and his own voice prevented Charlie from hearing the front door close and Angie driving away.

This week’s photo is by our hard-working Friday Fictioneer host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out Rochelle’s story Lack of Vision.

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Some Old Paint

Somewhere in Luling, Texas.

Blue paint peeling

The building that housed Weaver’s Grocers. They sold Battle Ax Plug Tobacco.

This is white paint peeling away from some boards. I panned up and down to get this fuzzy, zebra effect.
I just threw this one in, as it looks to have been there a while. I don’t know what the gunk is or what it is covering.
Corrosion (1)