Carl had been deployed to an active theatre of conflict, and owing to operational security concerns his exact whereabouts, and the timings of his movements were withheld even from his closest relations. But now after three months, he was safely home.
His younger sister, Denise was so excited by news of his return that she ran out to get a bottle of champagne to surprise him with.
As she let herself into his apartment, she was greeted by her negligee-clad sister-in-law. “Denise, sweetie, I love you to death, but your timing is abysmal.”
Weekend Writing Prompt #145 – Abysmal in 93 words