Dinner time

The day had been spent trussing and trimming, primping and pandering. As the sun set in the West, the candles were lit. The iridescent glow from candlelight cast an uneven shine against the bone china and silver flatware. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock on the mantle. The phone ringing shattered the silence. Listening to the news the first thought that went through her mind was, "The chicken is ruined."

Well

"Well done!" The words rang like crystal to his ears. It had been such a long time since anyone had said anything to him, forget anything nice. It didn't really matter what it was for. The accolades were appreciated. "Well done!"

Open wide

Joining the gang for Six Sentence Stories where this week's prompt is Key

Judy slid her hand inside just to make sure that it was still there. She felt the sharp edges and felt somewhat reassured. It had been a long day and there was still much to get done. The truck had to be returned and she wished for nothing more than a hot shower. Hailing a cab she gave him the address with a bit of elation.  Walking up the steps she slid the key into her brand new home.

Grand entrance

Joining the gang for Six Sentence Stories where this week's prompt is Entrance

There were two gates. One said 'Exit' with a sign that point to the right that said 'Entrance This Way'.
No one could be seen anywhere near the exit; however there was a line of people trying to get in.

Julia ran to get some help when her little brother went into the gate. She'd been waiting all day for him to come out. But even when it turned dark, she'd not seen a person leave.

Who's to blame

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A vase flew through the air smashing into small bits of fine china as James yelled, "Everything that has happened here is your fault!" Lisa's tear streamed face just nodded in agreement as her husband of less than two years flew into yet another rage.

Just like the pieces of fine china strewn across the floor, her heart shattered. Gathering every ounce of strength she could muster she walked towards the front door and looked back at her husband saying, "You are so right. It's my fault that I married you. It's over!"

Six Sentence Stories

Today's queue" POINT

"Do you always have to point out what I am doing wrong," She asked with tear filled eyes.  "Isn't there anything I ever do that is right or good?"
He opened his arms for her to fall into and replied, "Of course there are. There are many things that are perfect."

He led her around the house and made sure to point at every single picture of their children. "I see perfection everywhere I look."

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