Sunday night, half past 6. Couch. I threw paper. He threw rock. “Crap.” I smiled. “Thanks for making dinner.” Kiss on my forehead, apron on.
love the jan-ken-po theme…
I can just see the two of you having this exchange. Love it!
Love that its flash fiction! It’s go a kind of haibun feel, part story/part poetry.
Simple story. It’s very good.