Smiling, she watched as he placed the batteries into the old pickle jar.
“You know, husband, if those are dead we can always go buy more. I hear they’re quite easy to find.”
“They’re not dead! They’ll work just fine in a remote control or dozens of things that don’t need a brand new battery. We’re not Rockefellers to go tossing out perfectly good things to go buy more, woman.”
“I see. Did you want me to save the coffee grounds too? They’re probably good for another pot.”
“Well now you’re just being silly. That’s not the same thing at all.”
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction prompt based on a photo by Sean Fallon.