“Is that the statue from the Wilson’s yard?” Nathan Dillashaw asked his wife.
Sandra turned around from doing the dishes. She wore bright pink dish gloves that covered nearly past her elbows. “Oh, that? Mhm.” She nodded and smiled sweetly then turned back to doing the dishes.
“…Why do you have the Wilson’s dog statue in our kitchen?” He set down his laptop bag at his desk then went to inspect the statue.
She set the dish in her hands down in the water, clearly irritated by the question. “Honey. Our relationship is built on a foundation of trust and communication…” She turned back around to face him, pulling off her rubber gloves then set them on the counter. She calmly pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “So I trust you. The Wilsons are dirty hoarders and think it’s okay to put dozens of lawn ornaments on their already cluttered yard. I left them a note that one lawn ornament will be held ransom until they decide to make their front yard more community pleasing.”
“Do they know you’re the one taking them?”
“Of course not. Don’t be silly.” She smiled politely then went back to cleaning.
Inspired by: Sunday Photo Fiction