“Out of Tissues”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Prompt: Tissue box.

“Can you pass me a tissue?” he calls, holding his hand out.

Without looking up, I sigh, “We’re out. I told you that last night and you said that you were going to get another box.”

He frowns. “I thought you said that you were going to get another box.”

“I never said that.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“Nope.”

He falls silent. Then, he has the nerve to ask, “Can you please go get some?”

I put down my book and stare at him. “Seriously? They’re downstairs in the laundry room.”

“Well, you’re closer to the stairs.”

“Well, you’re the one who wants the tissues.”

He lets out a long sigh. “Please, babe, can you please go get the tissues?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Are you deaf?”

“… No?”

I return to my book. “You know, if you hadn’t wasted your time arguing with me, you could’ve had a brand-new box of tissues in your hand already.”

Silence.

“What, no comeback?” I ask, glancing up at him.

He opens his mouth, as if to say something, before closing it again. Slowly, he pushes himself to his feet and starts walking to the stairs, grumbling under his breath.

As he starts going down, I call over my shoulder, “Oh hey, and while you’re down there, can you grab me a soda? Thanks.”

He pauses. “Were you just trying to get me to go down to get you a soda?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him innocently, but I can’t stop the grin of satisfaction from spreading across my face.

Final Comments: I have no idea what this story was about…

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