Janice gritted her teeth as her husband continued with his annoying habit of sucking on his teeth. Her head tilted to the side as she tried not to cringe at the sound for the thousandth time.
‘My god!’ she thought to herself, ‘How can HE stand that sound? It grates on me and I’m clear across the room!’ Her left eye twitched, as it tended to do when she got overly tired and something stressed happened.
*tsk tsk tsk* There it was again. That annoying damn habit of his. It sounded like some little old lady clucking at her for being too damn loud in the library.
Janice started grinding her teeth until she realized what she was doing. She stopped, unclenched her hands and took in a deep breath through her nose.
She had never in a million years imagined that such a little thing like this would haunt her days. Never ever would she have imagined all those years ago when they’d married that this is what she’d have to live with forever.
She started to pace, her fists clenching and unclenching. Her footsteps growing louder and louder. She started banging the dishes around, trying to catch his attention, to no avail.
Finally she screamed, “GEORGE! FOR GOD’S SAKE! STOP MAKING THAT INFERNAL SOUND! We’re dead, for Heaven’s sake! PLEASE STOP IT!”
The sounds all stopped.
Downstairs she heard the faint whispers of the little boy who lived in their house now. “Mama, didn’t you hear that? It was so loud this time! I think she’s getting angrier at George.”
His mama replied, as she always did, “Sweetie, there is nobody upstairs. I have told you time and time again, it’s just your imagination.”
The little boy sighed a heavy sigh and went back to eating his dinner. Grown ups just didn’t listen.
This is my five minute freewrite thanks to @mariannewest on steemit.
**I may or may not have been inspired to write this story as my husband was snoring LOUDLY beside me. 🙂