The wind chimes were driving him nuts.
“They’re pretty,” his wife said, without looking up from her book.
“Pretty loud!”
“Go take them down, then.”
“All right, I will.”
He set aside his laptop, leaned forward in his chair, and then stopped. It seemed too easy. He studied his wife for a moment, sensing a trap.
“Really? That would be OK with you?”
“Sure. Go ahead. What’s to stop you?”
“Your mom! This could be her way of haunting me.”
His wife laughed. “She has other ways to do that.”
“Oh? Such as?”
“Take down her chimes, and you’ll see.”
I wrote this story for the 100 Word Challenge #407 at Velvet Verbosity.
Tara R. says
That’s a threat he should probably take seriously. A fun read….