Motivations on Monday

Here is a piece I wrote for Motivation Monday. I hope you enjoy, because I like it. Thanks again.


"I'm out of sugar again Harold", she bemoaned.

“Yes dear”, he replied. He had no intention of getting it for her this time. He had made a  mistake six years ago when in a drunken stupor he wished that the crab next to him on the beach could be his wife and end his loneliness. He passed out shortly afterwards, only to awake the next morning next to a beautiful woman. His head throbbed, as only too many tequila sunrises can do, while she explained to him in broken English that she was his wife. After a couple more days of consummation, they both headed back to his home. She proclaimed that all she needed was in her luggage, she had no need for an abundant amount of possessions. The first few weeks were fun, it was like he was getting to live life for the first time. As time went on though the joy left and was replaced by a constant demand for sugar. It started off slow and gradually increased to the point where a fifty pound bag bought at a warehouse store might get her through a week. That, however, was just the payment for his wish. You see it was a sugar crab that was next to him, and if given enough sugar they can grant wishes, he had spilt his daiquiri on her and now was bound to him for as long as he could supply the sugar. Over the last year and a half her true form has been overtaking this facade she created for him. Now she doesn't even leave the house for fear of what people

would say about her pertruding eyes scaly exoskeleton, or sharp pincer like fingers. Harold had had enough. He had bought a jacuzzi not long after they got together, she had stayed out of it for obvious reasons. He stood over it now pouring the jumbo container of Old Bay into the bubbling water.

"I got some out here Dear!"