Unuseful Things

Today at work, in my wife’s office, colleagues within earshot. She’s trying – without success – to use an old correction pen.

Disgusted, she says, ‘Why do I keep things that don’t work?’

Me: ‘Like your husband?’

(Wide eyes. Faint sound of distant laughter.)

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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