for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Brush and the limit, 87 words.
She was the breadwinner, not him. He loafed around all day doing nothing, unable even to make a sandwich for his lunch.
Ask him to do something and he’d find a half-baked excuse for not doing it.
Once he tried making toast. It dropped to the floor landing butter-side down. That should have told him something but it didn’t.
One morning she walked away, determined to claim the slice of life that was rightfully hers, doubting he’d bother to brush away the crumbs of their stale relationship.