The Wife by Robert Vaughan
He thinks everything is his. Well, I’ve got news, he’s misinformed. I’m not some piece of furniture, a wall unit. Not a garbage bag, or a trophy on his disheveled shelf.
So when he introduces me as the wife, or as missus next time, I’m going to split.
Start over.
Robert Vaughan’s plays have been produced in N.Y.C., L.A., S.F., and Milwaukee where he resides. He leads two writing roundtables for Redbird- Redoak Studio. His prose and poetry is published in over 125 literary journals such as Elimae, BlazeVOX, and A-Minor. He is a fiction editor at JMWW magazine, and Thunderclap! Press. Also hosts Flash Fiction Fridays for WUWM’s Lake Effect.
His blog: http://rgv7735.wordpress.com.
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5 comments:
Distilled truth, as usual. Nice.
NOT "the wife.". Love it!
Like this one, to the point!!
Short and to the point! Succinctly done. :)
Yes!