Broken Vase
In twenty years of marriage I've seen my wife cry 3 times.
Once was when we were in Vegas on layover from L.A., I told her I thought we should go to the Elvis Chapel and get remarried.
The second was when she saw the neighbor's dog get hit by the recycle truck in our alley.
She cried the third time when during an earthquake last year, a Limoges vase that my mother bought us in Paris years ago fell off a shelf and broke into tiny shards and splinters. She never liked my mother but she loved that vase.
Once was when we were in Vegas on layover from L.A., I told her I thought we should go to the Elvis Chapel and get remarried.
The second was when she saw the neighbor's dog get hit by the recycle truck in our alley.
She cried the third time when during an earthquake last year, a Limoges vase that my mother bought us in Paris years ago fell off a shelf and broke into tiny shards and splinters. She never liked my mother but she loved that vase.
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Author's Note
This originally ran art Calliope Nerve.
Other stories by Michael J. Solender
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This bites. Great last line, Michael.
An amazing amount of information surrounding this couple is present here in so few words. Very well done. Strunk and White would be proud.
So simple and yet so telling of the characters through a few life slices. Nice.
I love the satire of this. The recycling truck of all things. People dedicated to saving the planet kill the dog. Great MIL story.
I remember this one from the original publication. Nice then, even better now.
AJ - Thanks - mostly true!
John - Love to please S & W
Susan - You are too kind
Allie- MIL provides tons of fodder
Christian - Thx man