So Long, Sue

A 750 word story

Patsy Collins
Writers’ Blokke

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Photo by Benjamin Elliott on Unsplash

Tony really missed Sue once she was gone. He’d taken her for granted a bit, he supposed. Even considered her a nag. He believed he’d actually said that to her once. Hah! Believed! He knew full well he did. Tony had decided it would be nice to go out for a proper roast in a quiet country pub one Sunday. You probably know the sort of thing, low beams, wood fire, roast beef and Yorkshire puddings, half a pint of the local bitter. It would be a nice change for them both, he thought, instead of being stuck inside. Poor old Sue used to spend a lot of time inside, waiting. Well, she couldn’t get out on her own, could she? Tony had to go out without her sometimes.

Just before they were due to go that Sunday she wanted some water. She had a little problem that meant she needed water fairly frequently. Not really her fault, Tony knew, but it did get irritating.

“In a minute,” he said. He wanted to programme the SatNav first but she wouldn’t shut up about the water. He gave her some but was none too careful about it. Splashed some on her as a matter of fact.

“Sorry, Sue,” he said as he dabbed it off with clean tissues. “But can’t we just for once have a trip out without your nagging?”

She was as good as gold the whole day after that, which left Tony feeling guilty.

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Patsy Collins
Writers’ Blokke

Author, gardener, photographer, cake eater and campervanner from the south coast of England.