Her Red Hair Lit the Wall (Fiction)

"It's Thursday. Did you remember to put the garbage in the driveway?" she asked.

Chuck sat up in the recliner and swiveled his body toward his wife. "Her red hair lit the wall? What the hell are you talking about now?" he shouted. He turned his attention back to "Dancing with the Stars" and settled back into the recliner.

She got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Chuck asked.

"To put hearing aid batteries on the shopping list," she replied.

"Enroll in a photography class at the Arboretum? I just don't understand you anymore."

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