Drive Me Crazy

desk

© Claire Sheldon

I never understood her side of the desk we share. My side looks like a cyclone blew through the room. Papers, DVD cases, and coffee cups scattered everywhere. I’m always losing pens.

She’s so precise, so neat, except she’s a little careless with the stuffed animals our grandson gives her so she’ll be safe.

When she’s home, she drives me crazy, but after she’s gone a day or so, I find that I miss her. I like to think solitude doesn’t bother me, but in the end, I get lonely.

Come home soon, dearest. Please drive me crazy again.

Written for Rochelle Wisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers writing challenge. The idea is to use the photo above as a prompt to write a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 99.

This is an apt description of the desk my wife and I share in our den and how I feel when she goes on a trip.

To read more stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.

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74 thoughts on “Drive Me Crazy

  1. The first thought that came to my mind was that this was no fiction. And I was real glad to learn that at the end. This is beautiful, James. Cheers, Varad

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    • Actually, as I started writing, I was still considering this fellow having lost his wife, but as I continued to compose, I decided on a softer ending.

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  2. Summed up my weekend here. I was so happy to send Hubs off for the weekend “respite care” for me. But, yet, I worried and fretted so the whole time he was gone that it wasn’t restful at all. You captured that feeing well with your story. 🙂

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  3. So, you know my wife. 🙂
    She’s gone on a 4-day camping trip with the Sisters of the Fly.
    I do enjoy getting the extra time to write, but it’s only day 2 and I’m starting to miss her.

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    • Well, it’s not OCD or a fetish or I’d have driven her nuts a long time ago. She just likes things more picked up than I do. Believe me, her standards have become more relaxed over the years, especially after we had kids.

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