Ficlets

I was sitting playing Pac-Man the other day when the other half came in and sat beside me.

She sighed heavily, closed her eyes and shook her head gently from one side to the other.

“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.

“You’re doing it all wrong.”

“How can I be doing it wrong, it’s Pac-Man?” I said confidently.

“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’re going to get you; they’re going to get you!”

“Wah, wah, wah, weep weep.” The TV mocked me as one of my lives blinked out of existence.

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?”

“Now you know how it feels when I’m driving.” She remarked as she got up to leave.