Domestic Bliss

He throws his apron on the couch, lights a cigarette.

She ignores his arrival, flips through channels.

"Did you take out the trash?"

"No."

"Do the dishes?"

"No."

"Feed the cat?"

"No."

"I can't believe I left the palace for this..."

She takes a smoke from his pack.

Lights it, blows it in his face.

" All hail his majesty, King of the Doublewide."

She laughs at her own joke, stamps out a barely smoked cigarette. Walks away.

He thinks to himself, "I should have broken the damn slipper."