He tried to keep her away from the back end of the property, but she insisted.
“Harold, you said you’d keep it tidy.”
She ranted. “Why would anyone dump their broken fridge on our land? Get rid of that irritant now!”
A voice spoke to Harold from the tiny headpiece in his ear.
“Heard that. We’ll get rid of the irritant.”
Watching her return to the house, Harold spoke out-loud. “Too bad, she was a good one.”
He bent, pulled on the handle, lifted the door to the fridge upwards, and descended into the lab below the ground.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.