“No it’s not, just be patient” Unfortunately, even though it was he who said it, he was fast becoming less and less patient.
“Well why won’t it work then?!” Her tone was getting more and more shrill, and was hardly like to help matters.
“I thought it was you women who believed in getting ‘into the mood’” she snorted at him. “well, whatever ‘mood’ there was, has firmly out the bloody window”. He jumped out of the bed, his feet landing heavily on the tiled floor. Even in the height of summer, there was still that moment of shock as your feet skimmed the chilly surface.
He padded across the room, berating his emasculation and slammed the bedroom door. “It happens all the time, don’t worry” she offered feebly to the closed door. As he stormed down the stairs chest rising and falling rapidly he slipped, legs flying out from underneath him, the top of his neck cracking the stair edge.
“Unfortunately, I have some bad news.” The doctor cleared his uncomfortable throat, “I’m afraid, that, um, well what’s happened is”
“Spit it out doc” she sniped, rubbing the tears from her eyes.
“It’s his neck. It’s broken”.
Written for the boredom competitions group, the theme being “It’s Broken”