Prompt: Conversations with my Spouse | Word count: X1200 | Genre: Crime
“Wake up, dear. It’s too hot. Time we went in.” Rachel poked her husband who was dozing in his wheelchair.
“Call Fairy,” he mumbled.
She shook the bell they used to summon the caretaker, vigorously. Fairy would say she didn’t hear the bell if it only tinkled.
In the kitchen, Fairy grumbled, “A person can’t get two minutes to themself. All day long they ringing that damn bell. Never mind,” she consoled herself. “The house soon finish, then …”