Waste Not, Want Not.

Three sheets to the wind before he even walks in.

He grabs another beer and peeks into the pot on the stove.

Cold spaghetti inside.

He doesn’t want it.

He hurls it across the room at her.

No leftovers for us tomorrow.

16 thoughts on “Waste Not, Want Not.

  1. Dave

    Change the pronoun in last line, and this tale becomes an ominous threat.
    He’s such a nice guy, does my subconscious want to deal some Karmic Justice?

  2. Kathy Combs (@Kathy29156)

    So sad. I suspect a beating will follow. She will be sorry, but he won’t care. Later he won’t remember. I lived this. Just glad I lived through it. Course in my case the spaghetti was hot with all the fixings. Blessings. ♥

    1. michellelongo Post author

      Glad you lived through it too. Sorry that you can relate. Blessings back to you as well.

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