Wifely duties

Two paint-stained sawhorses were set up in the yard. A dusty circular saw still attached to a twisted, orange industrial power cord sat cooling on one of the horses. Several panels of bare siding laid out in the driveway on flattened cardboard boxes were waiting for their first coat of white primer.

He knelt in her flower bed next to the house, a pencil tucked behind his ear, meticulously measuring a lay line for the next board. Amused, she stood to one side waiting for directives.

“It’s your wifely duty to serve me,” he grumbled.

She giggled. “You said, ‘doodie’.”

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

13 thoughts on “Wifely duties

  1. Yep, I giggled a bit too! Absolutely adorable. I’ve never done any sawing or painting – I’d probably be the one standing at the side and messing up everything.


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