A/N um yeah this is kinda rubbishy but bear with
He scoffed as the man behind him in the queue tried to persuade him from buying his wife the perfect gift. A lawnmower with a lid. Perfect!He had driven straight to the shop after seeing an advertisement in the paper. It seemed like a perfect gift. It opened and shut with the click of a button and there was a crack at the bottom so air could come in but not so grass could. His wife had been complaining for a long time about the grass and how their lawn needed cutting but the old mower simply didn't cut it.
He ignored the warnings from the strange man behind him and proceeded with his purchase. It was to be delivered tomorrow. Perfect!
In the morning, a large parcel arrived addressed to his wife and he frowned and pretended to not know the contents. She opened it and squealed in delight! Just what she had wanted.
She insisted on trying out right there and then and got inside and shut the lid. She smiled contently and he went inside to make her a cup of tea. Looking out of the window, he saw his wife waving and motioning something to him. She was probably jabbering about some interesting feature she had found. He put the tea on a tray and went outside. He called her, "Darling! I know you're terribly excited," She was still waving, "but do come out for tea first." She motioned for him to come closer and he smiled and obeyed. He pressed the button. The lid was jammed. He pressed it again. He kept pressing it but it wouldn't open. She was panting, it was muffled. He felt about the bottom edge. There was no crack. That wasn't right surely? His wife screamed faintly and fainted. He stopped in shock and then ran to get a hammer to break the glass open with. The glass shattered after 5 smashes but he was too late. She had no pulse. He remembered something the man behind him had said. Something about how badly those mowers were made and how they were made by companies badly paying workers and not doing proper checks and all sorts of awful things. He also said something else: a fool and his money are soon parted.
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Creative Writing Club
Short StoryOk, so. I go to a creative writing club within school so I'm going to post everything I write for it on here! Have funnnnn