Rupert had always taken things too literally.
Now she would be stuck with the same leak around the toilet bowl when the boys flush a bit too long; with the same creaky closet door that slithers nightmares in her dreams when Mat-The-Cat decides to make a bed of laundered linen; and with the crooked shelf in the pantry that requires a perfected fold of cardboard to ensure the flour box does not slide off.
It never was the outside scenery she needed changing.
She watched one half roll by and realized she did not care to wait for the other.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Ted Strutz