Friday Fictioneers: Who’s to Blame?

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

“Honey!” I shout and immediately, I can hear a pair of big feet padding down the corridor to outside the bathroom door.

“Yeah,” my adoringly-cute-yet-sometimes-silly husband says.

“What is this?” I pull on the padlock next to the ridiculously thin one-ply toilet paper, letting him hear the “ching ching” sound. “And what are we? A truck-stop bathroom? What’s up with the one-ply roll? You know I like the three-ply.”

“Sorry, darling, they were all out of the other stuff. The padlock is to prevent the kids to taking the roll and use it as bowling ball. Blame the store, honey.”

(100 Words)

For Friday Fictioneers

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