Stanley was sitting in his favourite chair wishing he’d learned how to smoke a pipe so he could really enjoy not moving, when the woman who wasn’t his wife came home. She was wearing the right face to be his wife, and the clothes looked familiar, but without doubt, she was someone else. If he was asked, he’d have been hard pushed to explain exactly how he knew it wasn’t his wife, but it was a sense as fundamental as gravity, and the more she moved about the house chattering about the queue at the Post Office in a way that was similar, but not the same, as his wife, the more he knew.
Stanley was a polite man, and the woman who wasn’t his wife seemed so certain of who she was, that after some quizzing that got him nowhere, he decided to let it go. Still as the days passed, a resentment grew. She kept moving the furniture round, and she cancelled his subscription to his model aeroplane magazine. She even bought broccoli and expected him to eat it. With each new and inappropriate behaviour, he felt lied to and manipulated, it just wasn’t on, but then she made lasagne.
He’d always liked lasagne before he got married, but his real wife’s cooking was dubious at best, and she made a watery, insipid dish; but his new not-wife made her lasagne crisp and tasty, so he decided, on reflection to just let it go. Aren’t we all imposters of one kind or another, he thought, philosophically, before wondering where the sofa had gone.
Solid…I can feel the truth in this.
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Wonderful! I’m now wondering if and when Stanley begins to doubt whether he is who he thinks he is. ☺
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That’s great twist! 😀
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Terrific story. Love the ending. I thought it was going somewhere really dark and then came the tasty Lasagne. Obviously the not-wife is much smarter than Stanley. Fantastic!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Alzheimers………….
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A very practical interpretation 😉
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Lived it.
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I’m sorry to hear that.
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I watched my beloved G’ma act like this. And by the questions she asked? what you wrote was what was going through her mind.
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Your writing is smooth and fresh. I’m gonna have to come here more often!
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Well thank you! I hope to see you around 🙂
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Wow! There’s a sting in this. Not sure what I’m feeling.
I’m following you right away, and this is my blog–>
https://aguidetorelationships.wordpress.com/
Hope you come by some time, and we can ‘sting’ each other more. 🙂
Power to you!
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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