Friday rolls around again, and with it Friday Fictioneers. Writers around the world receive a prompt pic from Rochelle:
and write 100 words of flash fiction. I joined in, and wrote this:
“Never get good at something you don’t like doing” – that’s what my Dad said.
I’ve never been even competent at those ‘man’ jobs. Building shelves, laying carpets, bleeding radiators; I would rather pay someone to do them than spend my free time bodging.
And decorating. I’ve never got the hang of wallpapering. How I managed to make quite such a mess of it, that’s a mystery. But it’s a bigger mystery why my ex-wife asked me to help at all.
Maybe I should have taken a little more care, a little more pride. But never mind, it’s her house now.