It had been going on all week. Some kind of conspiracy was happening to me which my husband was part of. It was very disconcerting, to say the least, but there was absolutely no other explanation for his odd behaviour.
I was going to have to look on Google and see if there was anything that would be able to explain it. I know that I was ill, but surely there was nothing wrong in wanting to treat yourself with a pie?
Every night this week he had returned from work and claimed that he had forgotten to go to the shop to pick up the pies I had ordered. This was something I should probably have ordered online to get it delivered. Sadly, I had relied on John.
Stupid cancer. It was ruining all of my fun.
When he came home that night to tell me that he had once again forgotten to pick them up I decided that I was going to take action. I wasn’t able to get far from the house without getting really tired, but I made sure the message was left where he would definitely see it.
John would not forget my pies tomorrow.
Written for Sunday photo fiction