Meatloaf - It's What's for Dinner

Working on getting my writing game back on. Here's another short bit of fiction inspired by this week's prompt at Sunday Scribblings.

"Meatloaf - It's What's for dinner"

Craig hit the front door at 6:45 pm. It had been a long day; Heck, it had been a long week.

"Honey, I'm home!" he called out as he sat in the foyer removing his brown patent leather shoes.

"Oh good," his bride replied, "You're just in time. Dinner is coming out of the oven as we speak. It'll be on the table in just a few minutes."

At the sound of Craig's voice his beloved and faithful companion Rex came bounding in from the other room. Mostly Golden Retriever, but with a speck of Yellow Lab mixed in, Rex was as gentle and lovable as they come.

"Come on boy, let's go have dinner." his master said while giving him a scratch behind the ears followed by a light pat on his fluffy, auburn colored head.

Craig's wife Carol rounded the corner to the dining room at the same time the "Boy and his dog" (as she lovingly referred to them) did.

A large bowl of creamy-white mashed potatoes and a smaller bowl of green peas with a dollop of butter in the center already sat on the table as Carol delivered the main dish of her famous meatloaf.

She and her husband of twenty years sat and ate and shared stories of what had transpired during their respective days. Nothing exceptionally noteworthy, but that didn't matter. They were together and they were talking. Even after all these years they still enjoyed each others company.

After finishing a plate of dinner and when the conversation began to dwindle a bit, Carol got up and said, "How about another piece of meatloaf?"

"Sounds good honey."

Slicing off another portion and sliding it onto Craig's plate, Carol told him to enjoy and that she'd take care of clearing the table while he finished.

With the sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen sink, Craig felt it was safe and summoned over Rex, who had up to this point been quietly lying in the corner of the dining room. With a tail wagging, a pink tongue hanging out and his head cocked to the side just a bit, Rex was immediately at Craig's side waiting for his master's next word.

Discretely Craig took his remaining piece of meatloaf and passed it to his four legged friend. One quick gulp and all evidence was gone. At nothing more than a whisper, Craig leaned over and told his friend, "Between you and me... I've never liked her meatloaf."