The Finale

A glance at the table told him what had happened in the night. The butler had been around for two years now. The lady and master of the house fought frequently, and both would leave the table in a huff.

He cleaned the table, fixed a hangover drink, and proceeded to ask if they needed a hearty breakfast. To his surprise, the Master had beaten him to it. There was a breakfast tray on the bed.

The butler paused mid-sentence. The lady in bed looked different.

It was perhaps the logical end of the story. The duo had finally separated.

(100 words)

 

100 Word Wednesday – 45

 

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