Daniel and Kate

Reads: 396  | Likes: 1  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 7

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is a short story based on the cover pic!


Daniel And Kate.

He was waiting for her when she got home, sitting at the kitchen table. “Where were you?”

Kate walks around the table, puts the items of shopping she’d brought in with her away. “Shopping, obviously. And before that I went round to see Tracy.”

"You ‘went round to see Tracy’! Are you sure it wasn’t Trevor?”

"What the hell has got into you, Daniel? I was with my SISTER, Tracy. She’s having a bad time right now, what with Bob hardly ever coming home at night.” Kate gives her husband a hard look. “Speaking of which, where were you? I went to bed after midnight and was up at 7am. You weren’t here either time so....”

"You listen to me, you stupid bitch. Don’t question me about where I’ve been. I’m the man of the house here!” Dan is on his feet, leaning forward to shout in her face.

Kate is too shocked and outraged to back down. “Man of the house! What are we living in here. I thought prehistory was way past. I don’t belong to you!”

"Don’t you, girl? We’ll soon see about that?” Dan raises his fist.

"You do, Dan! You just do! I’m going out, right now, and you’d better be a bit nicer when I get back.”

He grabs for her arm, misses, and she dashes towards the door. "Kate! You get back here," he hollers, only to be answered by the slam of the door.

The honeymoon, it seems, is definitely a thing of the past.


Submitted: September 15, 2017

© Copyright 2020 hullabaloo22. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

Mike S.

Sound like my marriage, except for the arguing and physical violence--other than those two things, exactly the same!

Fri, September 15th, 2017 6:56pm

Author
Reply

Well, not the same at all then, as these two don't seem to do anything but argue!
Thanks for reading, Mike.

Fri, September 15th, 2017 12:04pm

SimonClemens

Ah, love.

Fri, September 15th, 2017 7:06pm

Author
Reply

Thanks, Simon. That comment -- made me laugh!

Fri, September 15th, 2017 12:09pm

jaylisbeth

Oh wow.... Intense. So much friction. Well done, Hully.

Fri, September 15th, 2017 7:31pm

Author
Reply

Thanks, jaylisbeth. This one was totally inspired by the picture!

Fri, September 15th, 2017 12:34pm

Sue Harris

Mistrust and jealousy, a recipe for disaster. An opportune escape. Nice one Hully!.

Fri, September 15th, 2017 7:41pm

Author
Reply

Thanks, Sue!

Fri, September 15th, 2017 12:43pm

Joe Stuart

If people marry through love alone, then love is truly blind. I have no other explanation why the Kates of this world end up with scum like Dan.

Fri, September 15th, 2017 9:48pm

Author
Reply

Just a picture-based story, Joe. This was actually my fourth attempt!
Thanks so much for reading!

Sat, September 16th, 2017 1:54am

A. K.Taylor

Love. The chaos of emotion that begins with sweet bliss, puppy dog eyes, and heartfelt gestures, but suddenly changes into harsh jealousy, nightmarish visions and betrayal. Once it changes to that its not love, its possessiveness. Got to see with the heart and not the eye, for within the mind emotion swirls into dangerous intents and desires. Over thinking the situation usually leads to mistrust and it can happen in the blink of an eye.

Sat, September 16th, 2017 2:38am

Author
Reply

A purely picture-inspired story, Akumakaze, although I did live next door to a couple exactly like this a long time ago.
Thanks for reading and for taking the time to comment.

Sat, September 16th, 2017 1:58am

moa rider

The souring of a relationship - honeymoon forgotten! Sign of the times but then again, nothing new. Usianguke

Sat, September 16th, 2017 5:38am

Author
Reply

Thanks, Moa. I actually found this picture hard to write on. This was my fourth attempt.

Sat, September 16th, 2017 2:00am

More Flash Fiction Short Stories

Other Content by hullabaloo22

Book / Young Adult

Book / Poetry