Frank had his routine. Saturday morning, it was always golf, followed by bacon and eggs. Betty would’ve liked to switch things round a bit. Go to a cafe. But no! Nobody changed, challenged or questioned Frank’s sacred routine. It wasn’t written down, but imprinted in his DNA.
At precisely 11.12 AM Frank walked in the door, pulled out the Financial Review and poured his Twining’s English Breakfast Tea.
“There’s a hole in my bread.”
Clearly, Frank had failed the Rorschach Test.
“It’s my heart,” Joan replied. “It’s empty”.
Frank’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Joan had been to Agent Provocateur.
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This has been another contribution for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wishoff-Fields. PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight.
The Rorschach test is a psychological test in which subjects’ perceptions of inkblots are recorded and then analyzed using psychological interpretation, complex algorithms, or both. Some psychologists use this test to examine a person’s personality characteristics and emotional functioning.
Agent Provocateur is a very expensive brand of lingerie.
xx Rowena
Beyond the Flow 