In the Doghouse (Friday Fictioneers)



Karen was frazzled, on the verge of a meltdown.  Rowdy kids, stacks of dirty dishes and piles of laundry.  Work everywhere she turned.

Her husband, Bob, and his friend, Mike, were oblivious on the couch,  engrossed in wizards, warriors and healers. It was hour 28 of a two-day gaming marathon.

“Honey, can we get some beers? And maybe some nachos?” Bob’s bleary eyes never left the screen.

She slammed the beers on the coffee table, making both men jump. She glared and stomped out of the room. The men exchanged glances.

“A little chilly in here,” Mike quipped.

Bob sighed. “Arctic.”


Photo copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

Ah, the life of a gamer’s wife. I feel ya, Karen.

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