Domestic Horror Stories #151 – The Return

He pulled the car up into the driveway and shut of the engine.

“Have you ever noticed how big and dark our house is at night?” she asked.

“I usually leave the porch light on, but it was burnt out.”

“There’s a weird shadow in the living room.”

“Did you leave the light on in the kitchen?”

“Yes.”

“That the shadow the reading lamp.  It’s always there.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” he said.

He got out of the car, and she followed him slowly up onto the porch.

Domestic Horror Stories #150 – A Movie

“Did you look any of these up before we came out?” she asked.

“No.  I just figured, we’d pick a movie and go for it,” he said.

They studied the movie marquee for a minute.

“Unless we want a kids movie it looks like homicidal aliens, angsty teens, vikings, or spies,” she said.

“Aliens?” he asked.

“or maybe spies.”

“But the vikings are totally out?”

“No vikings.”

Domestic Horror Stories #149 – Diner

“How are the tacos?” he asked.

“Good.  The burritos?”  she asked.

“Very good.  We could do this again.”

A pink elephant came flying over her head and landed in the chip basket between them.

“I’m sorry.  I so sorry.  She’s just a little wild tonight,” said the young mother who ran up to collect the stuffed elephant.

“No problem,” he said as he handed the elephant back.

“I really like the salsa too.  Spicy, but not overly so,” she said.

“I think it could use more cilantro,” he said.

“Always, you and the cilantro.”

A pink object flew over her head again.

Domestic Horror Stories #148 – Dinner

“I don’t know, does it look a little scruffy to you?” she asked.

“Haven’t you eaten out with me enough to know all the best food is in restaurants that look  little scruffy?” he asked.

“Yes, and also some of the worst.”

“Once.  Once.  Every other time it was great.”

“Honey, this is one of those things where once is enough.”

He held the door open for her.

Domestic Horror Stories #146 – Forward!

“The water damage is all taken care of.  How about we lay some flooring this weekend?”  he said.

“Sounds good,” she said.

“You look worried.”

“What if the walls aren’t straight.”

“They’re not.”

“You sound so sure.”

“I am.”

“But you know how to deal with it?

“Well, we’re about to find out.”