The Gift

The doorbell rang. She opened the door.

It was a parcel. She signed for it as a nicely dressed man handed over a sparkly red box, neatly gift wrapped.

She was puzzled as she was not expecting any gifts.

She read for the addresses. It was addressed to Him; from someone called Lucy.

“Here is a gift parcel for you.” She immediately informed.

“For me?” He appeared from the bedroom with a wondered expression.

“Yes.” She handed over the box to him.

“Who is it from?” he asked as he turned sides looking for the name of the sender.

“It is from Lucy. Who is Lucy?” she asked with hands on hips.

“Oh my God! I had told her not to do something this stupid.” he said frantically.

“I asked, who the hell is Lucy??” she was angry this time.

“Sweetheart, please don’t be mad.” he said anxiously.

“Don’t give me a reason to be mad.” she was right on the money. Continue reading “The Gift”

Jack and Jill # 9


Jack: What do you want for your birthday, honey?

Jill: It would be rather better if you didn’t ask that.

Jack: Why, exactly?

Jill: Because I want something that you would not let me have.

Jack: Come on, why wouldn’t I?

Jill: Because you hate it as much as I love it.

Jack: I don’t think so. We love the same things.

Jill: Sure. Except One.

Jack: Try me.

Jill: I want a Puppy.

Jack: No way!!!

Jill: I told you. You don’t love me as much as you hate dogs.

Jack: *ponders*


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