Flash fiction: Salty

She moved the salt.

He moved it back.

The same pattern day in and out, each meal a dance of the condiment.

For her, the move was mired in defiance, she would not allow him control of the salt, she would not submit to his will. He may control the money, and decisions over where to spend their summer, but he would not control the salt.

For him, they were playing. The back and forth of a shuttlecock, the banter of two old pals, affectionate and familiar.

He had a twinkle in his eye as he swiped the salt to the left, she had a demon in her soul as she moved it to the right.

A battle never ending.

31 thoughts on “Flash fiction: Salty

  1. Capturing a universal reality here Ink. So many times I’m “just kidding around” and my wife takes it seriously. Its impossible to account for perspective, especially when a real problem, like your female character’s bitterness, remains unaddressed by the offended party. Also, this was a pleasure to read.

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    1. Thank you, really glad you liked it. And yes, if only we could easily know the thinking behind the words said by the people closest to us – it seems bizarre that we can be so incredibly close to someone and still not have a clue.

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  2. Your writing is straight to the point effective.

    The theme you are exploring here is universal in its intimacy. I believe it is a daily relationship struggle that speaks to us all.

    Yet through these lines you have managed to give this whole piece a bitter sweet poetic feel!

    I love it! Thank you for sharing!

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