Comma Sutra–Because Punctuation is Sexy
She wiped the tears and waited for her husband.
He entered through the back door, no books in his hand.
She waved the paper that had slipped from his car before he left for night school. “I found your note.”
He froze. Palms moistened. Sweat forming on his brow.
She read it aloud. “I have to take care of my wife, a dog and a fat lady.”
Something was wrong, but he didn’t know what. “I wrote that for my English teacher. To leave class early.”
“You’re calling me a dog. And fat.”
He shook his head. Raised her hand to stop her. “No, no, that’s not what I–”
“Because you missed the lesson on the Oxford comma.”
He saw his opening. Smiled. “Riiiight. I knew you’d understand.”
“Oh, I understand the Oxford comma. But you don’t. So I followed you to class to see where you really go on Wednesday nights.”
Busted. “Fucking punctuation,” he said.
NICE! And so apropos for our weekly group. Sarahlynn will be proud of you. Just don’t tell your wife.
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Haha! She got to kill me a dozen times during April. I don’t think she needs any more ammo.
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Probably not
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I was about to say that it is strange to read s story from you that does not finish in a death. But I am not so sure.
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LOL, Eva. I think he’s a dead man … even if he didn’t die.
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“COMMA SUTRA–BECAUSE PUNCTUATION IS SEXY” … that says it all. This story is one of those in-jokes understood only by those who know how to comma 🙂
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You are correct, ma’am. But maybe the story can save ONE PERSON who will learn how to comma and therefore, change the forward momentum of their life.
Then again, maybe not.
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Yeah, my money is on the ‘maybe not’ 😉
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It’s a safe bet. But what good stories come for the safe bet, right?
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