Time Flies: A Prompt

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“Isn’t it great?” Marlene grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her latest thrift store bargain hanging on the wall. “I call it Time Flies.” 

I stared at it. “It’s more like Time Broken.”

“Jason, don’t be silly. It’s a work of art.”

“Art? It looks like someone threw up after eating a clock. How much did you pay for that thing?”

“Fifty dollars. It was on sale.”

My wife’s stupidity never ceased to amaze me. “I could smash a clock and dismember the numbers for free.”

I could tell that she was getting upset by the way that her maroon heel tapped against our apartment’s scratched wooden floor. “Jason, it’s not a garage project; it’s a masterpiece. This isn’t something that you can throw together.”

“It’s as bad as that Teletubby doll impaled on a stick you bought two months ago.”

“That sculpture was hilarious. Besides, I put Dipsy under the bed where you can’t see him."

“He’s under our bed?” I started to get nightmares of a green, elf-eared, gut-stabbed mutant crawling out from beneath our bed in the middle of the night, giggling in a demonic voice.

“You said put him where you couldn’t see him. I did."

“But I didn’t mean under the bed!”

“You can’t handle a Teletubby?”

“No! And I can’t handle that crap on the wall! Take it down!” I pointed to Time Flies/ Time Broken.

And that was the beginning of my extensive sleeping on the couch.