L o r r i e
The Fridge War
Paul and Lisa had been married for five years, but when it came to the fridge, they were at war.
“Why is there half an avocado wrapped in foil like a shrunken head?” Paul asked, baffled.
Lisa snatched it away. “That’s for my smoothie! You always throw things out too soon!”
Paul held up an almost-empty jam jar. “And this? Why is it still here?”
“You can still scrape some out!” Lisa huffed.
Then Paul’s eyes narrowed. “And where’s my ice cream?”
Lisa grinned mischievously. “I had to save it from you. You inhale it like a vacuum!”
Paul groaned, but before Lisa could gloat, he grabbed her hand, spun her into a dramatic twirl, and dipped her low like a salsa dancer. “Confess! You ate it all, didn’t you?” he teased, his face inches from hers. Lisa, breathless and laughing, wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe. But you’ll never prove it.”
As they straightened up, still grinning, Paul held up the expired yogurt like a trophy. "I think this thing just applied for citizenship."
Lisa wrinkled her nose. "Okay, maybe we need a new fridge… or at least a peace treaty."
Paul smirked. "Fine. But the ice cream stays under my jurisdiction!"
Lisa stepped closer, eyes gleaming. "And the avocado head remains sacred!"
They locked eyes, the air thick with unspoken challenges. Then Paul stole a kiss quick, playful, victorious.
Lisa gasped, then laughed. "Truce… for now."
The fridge war would rage on, but at least, it came with a little heat. 💞
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My writings are not just words; they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them. are not just words they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
The Fridge War
Paul and Lisa had been married for five years, but when it came to the fridge, they were at war.
“Why is there half an avocado wrapped in foil like a shrunken head?” Paul asked, baffled.
Lisa snatched it away. “That’s for my smoothie! You always throw things out too soon!”
Paul held up an almost-empty jam jar. “And this? Why is it still here?”
“You can still scrape some out!” Lisa huffed.
Then Paul’s eyes narrowed. “And where’s my ice cream?”
Lisa grinned mischievously. “I had to save it from you. You inhale it like a vacuum!”
Paul groaned, but before Lisa could gloat, he grabbed her hand, spun her into a dramatic twirl, and dipped her low like a salsa dancer. “Confess! You ate it all, didn’t you?” he teased, his face inches from hers. Lisa, breathless and laughing, wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe. But you’ll never prove it.”
As they straightened up, still grinning, Paul held up the expired yogurt like a trophy. "I think this thing just applied for citizenship."
Lisa wrinkled her nose. "Okay, maybe we need a new fridge… or at least a peace treaty."
Paul smirked. "Fine. But the ice cream stays under my jurisdiction!"
Lisa stepped closer, eyes gleaming. "And the avocado head remains sacred!"
They locked eyes, the air thick with unspoken challenges. Then Paul stole a kiss quick, playful, victorious.
Lisa gasped, then laughed. "Truce… for now."
The fridge war would rage on, but at least, it came with a little heat. 💞
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My writings are not just words; they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them. are not just words they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫