tonight
in the emptiness
that has become
our life,
I slip away
to ease my
disillusionment
"Good grief," Christie says with a sigh. She crumples his note. "Why can't he just write 'Honey - you forgot to buy milk again. I'm at the store.' - like all the other husbands around here."
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Reviews (3)
Rachelle Allen
5/24/2026
What a delightful review! Thank you, Katharine. xoxo
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Rachel Gosling
5/24/2026
The Words That Got to Me
I slip away to ease my disillusionment- oh, the aching melancholy!
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I wanted to know more about this mid-matched pair!
I absolutely loved this. I’m currently at a train station and I think I alarmed other travellers with my choking chortle! A wonderful twist here. I loved the wife’s prosaic stance.
Rachelle Allen
5/24/2026
Hahaha. That is really a compliment! Thank you, Rachel. Please apologize on my behalf to your fellow travellers. xoxo
Tim Margetts
5/29/2026
Such a great piece of observational humour, Rachelle. I love the frustration shown, that this is not a poem about love lost or abandonment, but captured so wonderfully in that final twist. A note about forgotten milk. It could almost have been written by an eloquent cat.
Rachelle Allen
5/31/2026
HAHAHAH!! Yes, you're right! That's funny. I always love your interpretations. xoxo
5/22/2026
The Words That Got to Me
whole thing!
Rachelle, this is so funny; quick, laugh-aloud humor in a thimble! And I did! Clever, surprise after an uh oh, trouble on the home front, (I thought,) poem--though beautifully worded! and then wife's typical down-to-earth response. ha ha Still...What a gem of a husband! And a great flash fiction. .