For Want of Oil

The rusted pulleys shrieked as Molly hoisted the clothes airer and secured the rope to the cleat.

“What do you want for dinner?” she asked her husband.

“Whatever.”

“Pam and Bill have invited us for drinks tomorrow night. I thought we could go.”

“You go. I’ll be alright here.”

“No, I don’t want to go without you. Maybe we could go see a movie instead.”

“There’s nothing on.”

The rusted pulleys shrieked as Molly lowered the clothes airer and folded the dry shirts into her basket.

“I think this thing would work a lot better with a drop of oil,” she said.


Written for Friday Fictioneers.


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  1. Cute wordplay/ conceptplay

  2. Hidden layers of meaning! Great title too!

    • David Borrowdale

      March 21, 2017 — 9:21 am

      Thanks, Sabina. I think titles are so important when you’ve only got 100 words to play with.

  3. That was an original take! I liked it

    • David Borrowdale

      March 21, 2017 — 9:25 am

      Thanks, Dale. The great thing about photo prompts is all the different directions people take. That can be just as interesting as the stories themselves.

  4. A tale of contrasting priorities. Nicely done.

    Click to read my 100 words!

  5. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

    March 18, 2017 — 11:31 am

    Dear David,

    First, welcome to Friday Fictioneers!

    Love this snippet…sounds so true to life. Unique take on the prompt and perfect example of “what you see, not what you’re looking at.”

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    • David Borrowdale

      March 21, 2017 — 10:46 am

      Thanks for the welcome, Rochelle. And thanks for stearing the FF ship. Such a great place for writers to share.

  6. Contrast, nicely expressed. Like it a lot.

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