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Joe shivered as he entered through the doorway. Not only was
the morning freezing cold outside, but also his wife waited for him inside. He
knew she’d care not that he’d broken the world record of most letters delivered
in an hour. He knew this from her posture: sitting upright on her hardback
chair meant she was annoyed. Her gaunt face tightened as Joe approached her.
“Good morning,” he said. “It’s Christmas tomorrow.”
She slowly rose from her chair, her heels putting her many inches
higher than Joe’s already small being. She looked at her hand, as if
contemplating its capabilities. Her long black nails caressed her palm as she
flexed her fingers. Joe knew what was coming. His wife’s eyes squinted,
signalling she had worked out her hand’s capability and that she was willing to
show it off. She smacked it around his face; the nails left stinging scratches
that no doubt shone red against his cold skin.
“Do not say that again,” she spat.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“Very good. Now, be a good husband and get my breakfast; I
am growing hungrier by the minute. You should have been back ten minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He hurried off to the kitchen, his feet
shuffling along the stone floor she had been so insistent on having. Opening
the fridge, he welcomed the cool air on his burning scars. There were no eggs.
He felt her moist breath on his neck.
“Why are there no eggs?” She asked.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“You insolent man. Why I put up with you as a husband is
beyond me! No eggs. Has it escaped your memory that I have eggs for breakfast
every fourth Monday of every month? Perhaps that ginger hair of yours blocks intelligence.
You are a despicable being.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
She shook her head. “Why are you still here? Why aren’t you
buying eggs?”
“I’m sorry ma’am.”
He hadn’t even taken a full step before she spoke again.
“Are you forgetting something?”
“I’m sorry ma’am.” He bent down and kissed her feet. Twice
on the right, once on the left. She waved a hand signalling he was ‘free’ to
go.