This week the photo prompt is one of my own images. Thanks Al, for using it. You would think that when you send in these images you might already have a story for them, not for a procrastinator like me. I was stuck for days on this because I kept remembering the day I took this and wanted to write about that. But that’s an old story and this is a new one.
Alex browsed the garden center. There were a few things that caught his eye but he didn’t bother looking too closely. His wife, Andrea was with him and she was in a frenzy. It would be all he could do to keep her within their budget without adding anything he might like. It was annoying but it was just the way it was.
Andrea was the nay-sayer when they went to the hardware store. Not that he ever took her to the hardware store or that she ever wanted to go but there were a few times they ended up there together and she watched his pennies when they did. He wished she would watch his pennies as closely when they were at the Garden Center, or the Department store, or the Home goods store.
Alex looked up and caught a glimpse of his bride and his heart skipped a beat. Twenty years, and she could still do that to him.
“Hey honey” he shouted “come look this”.
“What is it?”
“It’s a Chimenea. It’s a Mexican fire pot”.
“What are they used for?”
“It is very sacred” began Alex. “If a wife spends too much money at the Garden Center her husband suffocates her in her sleep and burns the body in the stove. Here see if this one is big enough. Try to climb in.”
“Oh you are a funny one.” Andrea said as she walked away but Alex caught the look on her face as she glanced back over her shoulder at the Chimenea and he stifled a grin.