Tuesday, January 29, 2019

The Car



In response to Friday Fictioneer
(https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/01/23/25-january-2019/)





"Look grandma," blurted the six year old as he ran to his grandma resting in her rocking chair.

"Aah, you got your grandpa's old stuff," said the grandma coughing. "Don't open it." she continued going into frantic cough.

"Wow," exclaimed the child. "It's a jigsaw puzzle."

The child dropped the pieces on the ground sending a whiff of dust. "Get a duster to dust."

"Look grandma," called the child putting the last puzzle piece.

"That's the car your grandpa drove last," grandma said solemnly. "What's that?" she asked squinting.

"The money bag is under the passenger seat," replied the child.

Friday, January 18, 2019

The Glass Door





In response to Friday Fictioneer
(https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/01/16/18-january-2018)





Craaasshhhhhhhh

"Idiot, you got us into trouble," shouted the big brother.

"How's it my fault? You bowled so slow," defended the younger brother.

"You should have batted carefully, you silly goose. Quick help me fix it."

"What's going on down here?," said mom concernedly as she came down the stairs.

 "Everything is just  fine," said the big brother trying to stagger her.

She pushed him away to see the younger brother putting the last duct tape.

"How many times have I told you not to play inside?," screamed the mom annoyingly.

"At least it was a sixer," beamed the younger brother.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

The Jar



In response to the Friday Fictoneer  
(https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/01/09/11-january-2019/)




"Where have you been?," his mom asked with a concern. "Your little sister is looking for you," she continued handing him over the balloons. "Set them up quick."

He was tying the last balloon when he heard kids screaming down the front yard. Behind them was his friend.

They bumped their fists and the friend asked, "Did you get the credit card numbers?"

"Yup. I can't believe people still shop on unsecured sites. I put the note slips in the jar."

"Time for Musical Chair. The kid who goes out, performs what's in the note slip!", hollered his mom from the next room.