Me And The Countess On A Sunday Night...A Short Story

The pictures for this week's writing prompt are a little unusual. Of course, most times the pictures are unusual. I can't tell what kind of mood I'm in, as I set about to compose a short little story. Let's see what we come up with.

Here are the rules to the writing exercise:

1) Write a story using both photos.
2) Keep your word count to 500 words or less.
3) Submit your completed story to your blog hostess (Nicole, Carrie, Leanne, and Tena) via the inLinkz linky on their sites. (If you need a bit of help with this step, just leave a comment on their sites and they’ll get you linked up!)
4) You have the next week to post.
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow! 

Me And The Countess On A Sunday Night

I'm still mad, mad at Mary, mad at Edith, and absolutely livid at Matthew, but what can a single woman from Phoenix do? Just sit on my couch with Countess, my cat and eat Cherrios as we wait for the next episode to air.

I don't know why I still watch. I mean, how much do they expect me to put up with? First season--Titanic sinking, then the start of the war. Second season--the blasted war continues and there's that daughter running off with the chauffeur, ah...nothing but trouble with that.

And then we have the amazingly disastrous Seasons Three and Four. Oh! What more can they do to me? I mean, seriously...I look out my front window as I'm thinking about it--two deaths, TWO! And these are not minor characters, either. They're the first string, major stars! The pain! The betrayal! The disloyalty! They're lucky I'm even giving the next season a chance. So far, so good. People are getting along with their lives, some are healing, others still mourning. I, for one, am still very much upset with the characters, the writers, the producers, even the costumers. They all share the blame to some extent.

Still...I admit had things turned out differently, had they decided to just keep everyone around, like most of the shows in America do, it would make for a less entertaining program on some level. What would my friends and I have to talk about Monday mornings?

All right, Countess. We've got 10 minutes until this boring show ends and Ms. Linney's reassuring voice introduces us to yet another hour of drama, intrigue, passion, honor, and above all, delicious entertainment.

Word Count: 287