This compilation of prompts offers another peek into the wacky wonderful world of “Ryan and Rita’s” enduring marital bliss ~ ♥Ennle
Looking into laundry basket
I frown, hold up Ryan’s shirt…
“Is this lipstick on your collar?”
Glancing up from his book, “You
Haven’t worn lipstick since we
Had guests, ages ago”.
I roll eyes, “my shade is lighter”.
“Looks lovely on you”, he returns
To his reading as I examine odd
Stain: “I don’t think I can get this
Out if I don’t know what it is…”.
He ignores me.
“In some states you can still file a
Lawsuit for infidelity…” (is he listening?).
Grinning, he sets book aside, reaches
For suspect shirt, peers at it. “Alright
Judge, I confess: while you were chatting
Up the produce manager when we shopped
Yesterday, I went to the bakery…for bread…
Giving into temptation, I purchased and
Ate a donut, raspberry-filled—DNA in the
Reddish stain, per defense expert, is
Likely a mix: raspberry jelly and saliva
From the Defendant.”
He pauses (is she laughing?).
“A lawsuit for infidelity in such
Cases would be a stretch…but if you
Prevailed, what would you win?
Having no wealth, no Stradivarius
Violin, I could only hock my guitar…
Love, you’d be left without a song.”
I’m chuckling…but can’t resist a
Dig: “How could you sneak off
To get a raspberry-filled donut
And not buy ME one?”
He pulls me onto his lap for finale:
“We, the Jury, find the defendant…
Guilty, ‘felony thoughtlessness'”.
Asks, “What’s my sentence, Judge?”
I offer sexy smile…“Time served, and
Restitution: donuts—a dozen”.
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