Quarrels, we had had before, but this one had to rank up toward the top because of intensity and decibels.
I know the neighbors were nodding and snickering behind the curtains of the house next door; upon their initial meeting of Sarah they had warned me of the potential for a fiery relationship.
Our fights were usually over such trivial topics: socks not put properly away, a dish not in the appropriate spot, the over-looked toilet seat.
Tonight I had tried to be so incredibly romantic: a special anniversary- two years- two months- two days.
The cupcakes had been an unbelievable hit until Sarah read the receipt: Samantha’s Bakery.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction. Requirements: The Photo Prompt and Five Sentences.