Burgers — a micro-fiction story

Ray put the burgers on the barbie and within a minute they were sizzling and spluttering. Barbequing is a man’s job, he told his wife who normally did the cooking. In silence, with a wry smile, she passed the apron over, handed him the tongs and disappeared inside. He took a swig of beer and felt pleased with himself. This cooking malarkey was easy-peasy.

Marcie came out with a plate of buttered rolls. She wrinkled her nose at the burgers. “Those burgers are burnt, Ray,” she said taking out her cell.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Phoning in pizza.”