Mary’s voice was shrill enough to shatter glass. Good thing this is plastic, thought Jim as he shrugged and sipped some iced tea.
“Why on Earth would we need a horse? We aren’t horse people! We’ve driven those hunks of metal for decades!” She said, pointing at the two parked cars, “We don’t own a farm. We don’t have hay–or whatever the hell horses eat! What, are you gonna park it in the garage?”
“I just thought…”
“You just thought what? That you’d live out some ridiculous John Wayne fantasy and ride around town hollering ‘howdy-do-dah’?”
“I just wanted chan–”
“Change! So this is some mid-life crisis? There’s no money for you to go off your rocker!”
“I just felt like we haven’t been talking…”
“…So you bought a horse.” She uttered in disbelief. “Well mission accomplished, honey! We’re talking now!”
Mary slammed the door behind her, leaving her stupidly smiling husband on the porch. She hadn’t called him “honey” in years.
Written for FFfAW’s 76th challenge.
Photo by Phylor