“Statue” Of Limitations

8 Feb

written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 8th 2015

Statue of Boudicca (Boadicea) in London, UK

“Happy Birthday lovey, ain’t she a beauty?” Martin says, pointing to the statue that has arrived in front of the house on a flat-bed truck.

“What in the love of Pete were you thinking? When I asked you for a statue for my garden I was talking about a small gnome or perhaps a wee frog..not THAT monstrosity. Take it back to where you got it.”

“But honey” he whined “I really like this one” he sticks out his bottom lip defiantly “we are keeping it and that’s all there is to it!”

“Don’t push your luck” she snapped back

Two weeks later the chariot and rider are lowered on to the freshly turned soil of Martin’s grave.

“Don’t you think it’s a little ostentatious?” queries the eldest son

“Not at all” replies the new widow “it’s just what he wanted.”





7 Responses to ““Statue” Of Limitations”

  1. Priceless Joy February 8, 2015 at 6:03 pm #

    Haha! Loved it!

  2. Francesca Smith February 8, 2015 at 6:24 pm #

    Holy hell! All because he got her a statue? I’d be flattered
    Nevertheless, I enjoyed reading this!

  3. joyroses13 February 9, 2015 at 8:41 pm #

    LOL! Great twist to this!

  4. David Stewart February 9, 2015 at 9:04 pm #

    Oh, that’s dark. 🙂 He sounds like a bit of a whiner anyway. I guess she finally got fed up with it.

  5. Suzanne Joshi February 14, 2015 at 1:50 pm #

    Martin was warned and should have listened. Great black humor, Pat. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne

  6. penshift February 15, 2015 at 5:21 pm #

    Oh, classic case of ‘should have consulted the missus first’

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: