Divorce – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Today’s
wintry photo is by the lovely Lady R herself.
I look at it, look through my open windows at the sunshine and the blue Mediterranean sky, and decide to create something spiritually uplifting.

The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Click here to hear me read this 1-minute story:
Divorce

I hate Horace, her horse.
He cost me a fortune to buy, and exorbitant amounts to maintain.
I still love her, but she wants a divorce.
I am working on the corral as she dismounts.
Labouring work, she mocks, that’s your level, isn’t it?
Please, I say, can’t we try to work things out?
You couldn’t work out your age with a calculator, she scoffs.
I worked all my life, I shout, I paid for all this!
Sign the papers, hero, she sneers.
I raise my hand, still holding the hammer, bring it crashing down.
Horace drops like a stone.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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54 Responses to Divorce – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Michael Wynn says:

    Great tale, well told but the poor horse. Another piece of collateral damage I feel

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  2. subroto says:

    Now that’s extracting his pound of horse flesh. But I think he got the wrong nag.

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  3. gahlearner says:

    When you claim to write something uplifting, my alarm bells ring. I was not disappointed. The poor horse. From the type of his revenge on an innocent animal I’m inclined to side with the lady, nasty as she is. Sorry… 🙂

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  4. Eeeekkk … por Horace. I guess someone had to pay. He was a better choice than her.
    No sense in ruining his life for her. BUT … sad that Horace is gone. 😫
    Isadora 😎

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  5. mandibelle16 says:

    Loved that powerful ending. Poor Horace, didn’t know he would die over such an event, an event which could have been coincidence or perhaps more. It’s something I doubt you’d ever really know but always wonder. Divine intervention? A curse? Hugs CE. Enjoy your Friday.

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  6. paulmclem says:

    Hmmm. Well written but I’m not happy about Horace.

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  7. Ouch!
    Wasn’t that a little too harsh?
    The poor horse was an innocent by-stander.

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  8. elmowrites says:

    Hey, leave Horace out of it!

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  9. wmqcolby says:

    I guess THAT’LL teach her, huh? I’m with Russell on the line “work out your age with a calculator.” I guess what struck me about the story was how vividly I could see the settings and the scenario. Super!

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  10. It’s always the hardest on the kids. I missed the uplifting part.
    Tracey

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  11. Poor Horace being caught in the middle of those two! Perhaps he was only concussed and recovered sufficiently to kick seven bells of hell out of the pair of them!

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  12. michael1148humphris says:

    They seem a right pair, I expect that she took the hammer of him and hit him right back

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  13. He should have hit her on the head!

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  14. rgayer55 says:

    I love the line, “work out your age with a calculator.” That must have been the happy part as I felt my soar during that stanza. Is this Maxwell’s Silver Hammer we’re talking about.

    This woman sound must be related to Henry’s mother in my story. Thanks for helping to eliminate that nag.

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  15. jellico84 says:

    Oh, ouch! That was a good one! 🙂

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  16. Almost expected that she would wake up with Horace’s head next to her… but I guess he got his point through. Blunt and “cheerful” 🙂

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  17. liz young says:

    Apart from hating the death of an innocent animal, I think she got what she deserved.

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  18. Iain Kelly says:

    Oh no, poor Horace, it’s always the kids and the pets that suffer most in a divorce – hopefully not as badly as Horace… Excellent.

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  19. Sandra says:

    Consider me spiritually uplifted. And a tiny bit nauseous too… 😦

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  20. She doesn’t know how lucky she is.

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  21. Wow! That last line made me snicker! Luckily I had just finished my last sip of coffee.

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  22. Al says:

    Brilliant. Totally unexpected ending. Love it.

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  23. I hope he has a deep freeze! Fresh horsemeat is pretty good, I hear. I thought of you a few days ago while watching Mrs. Brown. The breathtaking vistas of the highlands made me wistful, and Billy Connolly has much the same flair as you do. Scotland forever!

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  24. Dahlia says:

    The ultimate revenge!

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  25. I know I should feel horror at poor Horace’s brutal demise but I can’t help applauding the narrator

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  26. Dear C.E.

    I certainly feel uplifted now. Thank you. Your reading brings the story to life…or Horace’s death, as it were. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  27. neilmacdon says:

    Utterly and appallingly believable. Well done!

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