This short tale was written based on the following prompts
I would have happily married Darlene if it weren’t for them. Them you ask? Yep them, the little people who appeared in my veggie patch the day after Darlene took up residence with high expectations.
At first, I wasn’t too bothered, I mean they didn’t venture any further, and if I went down to harvest something for dinner I was only met with some loud grumbles. A woman like me, I could ignore the likes of them, I was a truck driver after all, but then things began to change.
It started when I was shelling the peas, a note inside one of the pods stated quite impolitely, we don’t like you, we don’t like your job, we don’t like your lack of fashion sense. You ain’t good enough for Darlene.
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