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FF – Chancer

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Rochelle supplied the photo this week.

Get Well Soon!”. Humph. Sounded like a command. Maybe if he looked on the back of the balloon it would say “Or Else…

Anyway, he wasn’t planning on getting well anytime soon. And it was lunch time!

He rang the little bell. Nothing. He rang it again. Then he tried shouting.

“Oy, lunch!”

Still nothing.

Hobbling downstairs (huffing and puffing dramatically) he read the note on the kitchen table.

“I’ve had enough, make your own damn lunch, I’m out with the girls!”

Looked like it was time to “get better”. Three weeks wasn’t bad for an ingrowing toenail, after all.

  1. June 16, 2022 at 3:53 pm

    Truth! Men are such big babies!!

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  2. June 16, 2022 at 4:13 pm

    LOL! Hilarious! He better buy her some flowers and chocolates! 😀

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    • June 17, 2022 at 9:37 am

      Yes, he sounds just the type to think of something like that… 😉

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  3. June 16, 2022 at 7:06 pm

    That was definitely milking it on his part

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  4. June 16, 2022 at 8:45 pm

    Hahaha good one!! 😁

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    • June 17, 2022 at 9:39 am

      Thanks, I’m glad you liked it 🙂

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  5. June 16, 2022 at 9:21 pm

    well, it was great while it lasted. 🙂

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  6. June 16, 2022 at 9:22 pm

    Haha, milk it for all its worth! Good on him 🙂

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  7. June 16, 2022 at 9:33 pm

    The absence of an enabler is such a profound gift. 🙂 I hope it works out.

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  8. June 17, 2022 at 3:05 am

    Men!

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  9. June 17, 2022 at 3:07 pm

    Dear Ali,

    I guess men are the same the world over, eh? I don’t blame her. 😉

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • June 19, 2022 at 5:21 am

      Dear Rochelle,
      We’re trained by our fathers in special secret lessons 🙂
      Ali

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  10. June 17, 2022 at 3:26 pm

    Oy! So thankful NOT to be married to a cry baby like him!

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  11. June 17, 2022 at 3:48 pm

    Three weeks? Well done mate!

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  12. Lyn
    June 18, 2022 at 4:53 am

    Pah! He wouldn’t have made it three weeks with me. I’d have called in a podiatrist with a blunt spoon to fix his ingrown toenail 🤣🥄

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  13. June 18, 2022 at 11:53 pm

    So funny. I love his ‘Oy, lunch!’ If that had been going on for three weeks I think I’d have been out of there too. I’m still chuckling at this one.

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    • June 19, 2022 at 5:24 am

      She’s very understanding to have let it go for so long, but enough is enough 🙂

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  14. June 19, 2022 at 1:57 pm

    Three weeks, eh? Now, how do I hack your account and delete this post so other men can’t learn that this is possible?

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  15. June 19, 2022 at 2:05 pm

    I couldn’t even get a fancy balloon like that for my kidney stones. And I still had to make my own lunch too!

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  16. June 19, 2022 at 11:05 pm

    It was fun while it lasted, but now that the gig is up, time to start whistling a happy tune. I don’t think “she” is going to suffer much of anything from him for awhile. Fun story about real life and how absurd us humans are.

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  17. June 21, 2022 at 9:39 pm

    Hahaha! Three weeks is impressive. I love the opening of this story. It’s funny on its own account, and it’s also great foreshadowing.

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    • June 22, 2022 at 6:07 am

      Thanks, I’m glad you liked it 🙂 I’ve always felt that “Get well soon!” sounds like some sort of command.

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  18. June 22, 2022 at 6:09 pm

    HAH that what he gets for overworking her.
    I guess it’s time to hangup the ‘Get Well’ wishes.
    Good one … Isadora 😎

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    • June 26, 2022 at 4:25 pm

      He could have got another week if he hadn’t been so demanding 🙂

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  19. June 29, 2022 at 4:19 am

    I’ll never unhear the “or else” after “get well soon” again! 😂

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