The following little tale came into my mind after hearing that an acquaintance of mine had recently made an unfortunate miscalculation while demonstrating to his spouse, “the safe way” to handle and reload his double-barrelled shotgun. To his wife’s annoyance, he chose to do it in their kitchen. Neither admits responsibility by the way.
Tony was doing his Saturday newsround when he inadvertently got a facefull of soggy cornflakes destined for the errant husband. But then he and his lady attacker become very much closer.
A Swarm Cycle Story
This is the Swarm version of a story I once wrote under a different pen name. The names have been changed because I felt like changing them. Wendy doesn't mind sharing Dirk, but she refuses to let him leave her behind when the Confederacy picks him up. This is how she plays matchmaker and finds hubby his other woman...or should I say their other woman?