Second Cup

18 Sep

Friday Fictioneers

Copyright - John Nixon

Copyright – John Nixon

Fred is in panic mode, this is the third thrift shop he has visited this morning and his hope is quickly fading. Earlier today he accidentally broke his wife’s favorite teacup, her precious Limoges that was her grandma’s and he is in big trouble.

He slowly makes his way past shelf after shelf of dishes when he spots one. He reaches for the blue cup with white flowers and examines it closely. “Looks the same to me” he thinks to himself “she will never know the difference.”

Fred happily hands over his seventy-five cents and heads home whistling all the way.

100 words


9 Responses to “Second Cup”

  1. sustainabilitea September 18, 2013 at 5:11 pm #

    Bet she will. 🙂 But hopefully she’ll appreciate his effort.


  2. nightlake September 19, 2013 at 2:40 am #

    Think she will not spot it, if she has not already noticed it:)

  3. rochellewisoff September 19, 2013 at 5:00 am #

    Dear Patricia,

    He is so busted! But you are not. Love this story. I’m sure there are little nuances that she’ll see. Thank you for the morning laughs. Applause!



  4. dmmacilroy September 19, 2013 at 5:01 am #

    Dear Patricia,

    Dead man walking.

    There is something wonderfully delightful about your story and the blissful optimism of the the soon to be dead old man. There is no way she doesn’t already know, even as he goes home to his doom. I especially enjoyed his perfect line, “Looks the same to me.” A classic and fitting for his last words.



  5. moondustwriter September 19, 2013 at 1:01 pm #

    aww he gets an A for effort hope his wife feels the same way
    gr8 story

  6. freyathewriter September 20, 2013 at 8:45 am #

    I have a feeling she will notice, alright! 🙂

  7. lingeringvisions by Dawn September 21, 2013 at 4:07 pm #

    She may notice but will she say anything…?

  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) September 22, 2013 at 1:12 pm #

    Hmmm hope he turned it over and checked… if it was spelled Limmogges it might be a nasty night,

  9. talesfromthemotherland September 22, 2013 at 1:26 pm #

    I can’t hope but hope that his wife doesn’t notice… like replacing that goldfish that dies. Nice!

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