I am an inconsistent blogger, a wannabe writer, a philosophical thinker and a curious observer. The rest is just opinion. 2008-06-21T22:02:08Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/luckybuccaneer <p>I was sitting playing Pac-Man the other day when the other half came in and sat beside me.</p> <p>She sighed heavily, closed her eyes and shook her head gently from one side to the other.</p> <p>“What?” I said to her as I deftly moved left to avoid one of the ghosts as it made its way towards me; you know, the red one.</p> <p>“You’re doing it all wrong.”</p> <p>“How can I be doing it wrong, it’s Pac-Man?” I said confidently.</p> <p>“Go left there…quick! Now down, down! For Heaven’s sake, get the power dot…quickly, quickly! Chase them, chase them! There’s a cherry in the middle, there’s a cherry in the middle! What are you doing? No, no, no, go through the tunnel not down there! They&#8217;re going to get you; they’re going to get you!”</p> <p>“Wah, wah, wah, weep weep.” The TV mocked me as one of my lives blinked out of existence.</p> <p>I turned quickly to look at her. “What the hell was all that about? Do you not think I know how to play this game?”</p> <p>“Now you know how it feels when I’m driving.” She remarked as she got up to leave.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/31506 2008-05-23T12:32:34Z 2008-06-21T22:02:08Z LuckyBuccaneer http://ficlets.com/authors/luckybuccaneer <p>He always considered his wife as kind of funny looking. Not in the slightly squint eyed sort of way, but in the not-quite-able-to-put-your-finger-on-it-but-I-find-it-strangely-attractive one.</p> <p>He stood there looking at her, standing in the kitchen doorway, unable to gauge any intent from the expression on her face.</p> <p>“What?” she blurted out, biscuit crumbs spraying out in all directions.</p> <p>“What is that supposed to mean…finally? Was it a delivery you were expecting?” he asked incredulously.</p> <p>“No of course not. Stop being so melodramatic and go and bring it in. It’s obviously someone’s idea of a joke. Go and get it.”</p> <p>He shook his head in utter disbelief and turned back out of the front door towards the mailbox.</p> <p>Striding back into the house he waved it towards her “See, this isn’t a joke? This is a real…”</p> <p>He stopped mid sentence, the loud bang and flash bringing his tirade to an abrupt halt; groaning as his wife stumbled back through the kitchen door and crashed into the fridge.</p> <p>“Shit!”</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/31017 2008-05-19T13:58:05Z 2008-06-06T21:50:09Z LuckyBuccaneer http://ficlets.com/authors/luckybuccaneer