Stanley shook out the newspaper at the breakfast table Saturday. Lori opened her mouth and closed it. She squinted at her husband for a second and left the room.
“More coffee, honey?” She held out the pot. He grunted. She topped up his mug anyway, slammed down the pot, and tossed the monster telephone directory on the table.
Her husband gaped as his wife flipped the pages with a vengeance.
He cleared his throat. “What’re you doing?”
“Just looking for a carpenter.”
The laundry-room door keeps scraping the floor.”
“I’ll buy a new one.”
“Don’t worry. I know you’re too busy.”
“I’ll do it.”
“It’s okay. I’ll hire a professional and the job’s done.”
“I’ll fix the damn door.”
“You’ll need to plane it. Do you have one?”
“Uh-huh. Like you put the screen on the front door last September.”
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This is for the Winter Quarter of Flash in the Pan. The theme: Boys and Their Toys. For rules and how to join, click: http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/
The word limit for Plane is 150 words. I used all of them.