‘There’s so much to do’ she complained to her husband. ‘I’ll never get this book finished.’
Annoyingly pragmatic, he countered ‘Maybe you should edit your life as thoroughly as you edit your work; cut out the rubbish.’
‘Oh’ he added ‘I’m off to help your sister after I’ve eaten.’
‘Again?’ She pondered his words whilst labouring over his lunch.
Too stressed to eat, she took her daily constitutional, determined to return refreshed.
Later, she watched as his BMW, with it’s newly-faulty brake line, plunge over their driveways cliff edge, disappearing from view.
Editing done, she opened her laptop.
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