They cut my damn house in half. Sure, I tried to stop them. But you don’t argue with a buzz-saw big as a … well, big as a house. Surprised? You bet. When she said we should split everything down the middle, I hadn’t realised she meant it literally. The dog made a hell of a mess. Divorce is always untidy. I phoned the kids and told them to run, quick.
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. This one’s in memoriam for the departed Ceayr. You can find other stories here