Domestic Bliss


“Thomas Thatcher, look at the state of this house.  I didn’t marry you just so I could live in a derelict hovel.  I expected more from you.”

“Martha, I don’t know what you are talking about.  The walls are secure, and I take pride in the fact that the roof is a masterpiece of my trade.  And when you wanted a better floor, I bartered with Hugh Tyler to lay one for you – no more pressed earth for you.”

“Well what about that fence?” Martha snapped.  “Not a single person in my family has one as sorry as that.”

“It is the one thing your family is good at.   No one can question that you lot don’t all live up to your name.  I wish I knew that before I proposed, Martha Railing.


Crimson’s Creative Challenge #77


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