Important conversations shouldn’t take place at bed time, don’t you agree?
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s a Farah Faucet! Ha. Just Fooling….
© Madison Woods
The Conversationalists
“Maybelle, turn off the faucet.” Luke grumped, trying to sleep.
“What, honey?” Maybelle’s face was white with cream, wishing her wrinkles would disappear.
“Turn off the faucet.”
“Corset? I don’t have a corset.”
“Not corset. Faucet.”
“Force what?”
“FAWCET!”
“Hold on, honey. I can’t hear you with the water running. Let me turn it off.”
Luke slaps his forehead – as is his custom in these situations.
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After rinsing off the cream, patting her face dry, tightening the towel around her hair, fixing her robe, and checking her teeth, Maybelle enters the bedroom.
“Now, what did you say, Luke?”
“ZZZZZZZZZZZZ”
“Just like a man. Falls asleep right in the middle of a conversation.”
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
You always come up with good stories. I am glad I came across you, again. I’m following.
Hi McGuffy Ann. Thanks for your comments.
Follow me? Okay. But be careful where you step. Okay?
Hahahaha very good!
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Good story, Randy. I’m usually the one who goes around turning off lights and water because I’m the one who pays the bills. Funny and well done. 😀 — Suzanne
Do you do it with face cream on?
Suzanne, that’s a woman’s life – yes?
uh, oh. Here comes the women ganging up! Ha.
Yep, sounds a pretty typical conversation! Fun story, nice dialogue.
She does that with you, too?
Funny!!
Maybelle doesn’t think so.
Who’s the drip in this story? Thought maybe it was about Farrah Faucet, but I guess not. 🙂 Let me switch to serious mode for a moment and tell you I really did enjoy this all-to-real story. Someone turned on the outdoor faucet here last night and gave us a good drenching. Wish we could send some of it to California!
Have a great weekend!
janet
water, water, every where, but not a drop to…..
we all wish we could ship it off to CA.
As kids, we used to make “phony” phone calls informing folks that we were from the A-1 Roofing Company and doing a survey of people’s roof. We’d then ask if they had any leaks or cracks in their homes, only to respond when they said, no – “then, how’d a big drip like you get in there?”
Happy Mother’s Day!
I remember that sort of call, with variations. Oh, the innocent fun in those days! And thanks for the Mother’s Day wishes.
Jeez, what a sexy way to end a day. Never go to bed angry or in cold cream and wet hair.
Wait, sexy endings are on the third Tuesday of the month… if Luke can stay awake and if Maybelle runs out of face cream.
Don’t forget birthdays and Valentine’s day.
I’m ready. Oops, I mean Luke is.
Oh, you are so right about those bed time conversations. Lovely.
Huh? Wait a minute, let me take my ear plugs out. Maybelle snores, you know? Now what did you say?
Terrific piece, funny all the way through, with a great capper. Randy, you are A-Mazie-ing!
And you have such good judgment and taste.
My advice is to never self defecate – wait. Did I spell that right?
Very funny, Randy. Made me laugh. I get the feeling these guys have been together for a while. And I remember Farrah and her feathered hair well. 🙂
Glad you got a laugh. And-
You’re not old enuf to remember Farrah .
Oh, but I am. 🙂 Thanks for thinking I’m not.
Made me giggle: thanks.