April was up at 5 a.m., fixing Keith’s breakfast. Eggs and toast. Marriage didn’t seem good to April. He never made her feel loved. She tried all kinds of things to endear herself to him. This morning, she had even cut little heart shapes out of his toast.
Keith walked into the breakfast room and sat down without speaking. She served his breakfast. He started to eat and looked at the pieces of toast.
“April,” he said, “if all the bread has holes in it, take it back to the store.”
April threw the skillet on the floor and walked out.
Photo Credit Kelvin M. Knight
The Write Scribe 
Good for hete!!@👏👏👏
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Sorry!
Good for her!
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Romance is most definitely dead – for them at least. Well written tale Rosemary
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What a sad (and yet also funny) and well written tale.
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I know the marriage isn’t working out, but I can also see his point! Tragically funny.
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Clearly he doesn’t understand women, but then again, I’ve always struggled in that area myself.
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Sometimes, a man needs a skillet to the head to get things right. I should know…I’m a single guy who sometimes needs that skillet to the head for a message. Well done on reminding me to take my lumps!
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And here again we see the romantic and the analyst 🙂 A guy like that can seem like a jerk, but he really can’t help himself. It’s just the way his brain works. You have to TELL him you cut hearts in the bread to show him that you love him. And he’ll probably point out that the hearts are wasted bread 🙂
Wanna know how I know this? 🙂
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In defence of all Keiths out there, I promise you we are not all like that! Well, most of us aren’t.
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I think I’d have taken the skillet upside his ejeet head, that’s what!
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He’s lucky she didn’t throw the skillet at him. Nice written take on the prompt.
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Good story. My first thought was to be indignant at him. But here I must confess that when I first looked at the picture and wrote my story, I didn’t see the heart…I only saw a hole. so I can imagine first thing in the morning just seeing holes and not hearts. Nonetheless, well done!
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