Photo prompt © Douglas M. MacIlroy
Empty Nest (100 words)
Empty nest syndrome, the counsellor had called it. Get yourselves a hobby, he’d told them.
Now Malcolm sat in his workshop, talking to his birds – ‘the man cave’ Marjorie had mockingly labelled it – and tried not to think about his wife, or her new Tango partner.
Funny, he thought, While I’m tending my birds, she’s out spreading her wings. His phone buzzed and he tapped to read it:
Going for a drink with Brian after Tango, don’t wait up.
He stood robotically, grabbed a claw-hammer from his toolbox and went back to the house to wait for her.