Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, it’s Friday Fictioneers again. The photo prompt is from Karuna with a wonderful story that goes with it. The challenge is to write a story about the photo in 100 words or less.
I missed last week due to busy-ness…..
sigh…..
who am I kidding? I missed last week because I was frantically getting my shit together for a family weekend to work on genealogy. I have menopause (that’s the excuse I’m sticking with) so I freak out about little things and pretty much everything is a little thing. When did I lose my competence at juggling a hundred things at once? I was a Juggling Queen once upon a time. Now I’m a court jester that can’t find matching socks.
At least the cats are happy. I can’t keep track of who’s in and who’s out so I offer treats at roll call – if only one comes the other must be out. I wonder if I can teach them to clock in and out like employees. Probably not because the only chore they are even slightly competent at is dusting behind the sofa. I chase them in one end then hurry to the other end with a hand-held vacuum.
Anyhoo…..here’s my offering to Karuna’s picture.
You’re Supposed to be Friends – 99 words.
Three feet tall. Skinny arms crossed, oozing belligerence. Dark, unruly hair; brown eyes cold as stone.
“Why?” His mother was at a complete loss. “You’re supposed to be friends!”
Jack pursed his lips tighter and looked away.
“Sarah’s monkey was a gift from her Grandmother! It can’t be replaced!”
Finally, she sank into a lawn chair. “Well, we’re going to stay here until you explain yourself. And you don’t have a chair.”
Minutes pass. More minutes. Even more.
Then….
“SHE BROKE MY FAVORITE WOODEN SWORD!! SHE SAID IT WAS STUPID!”
Tears ran down his face.
Comfort now.
Consequences later.
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Typical sibling rivalry. Nicely done.
Dear Mrs. C
Smart parents. Comfort first indeed. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. :o)
A very lovely tale . 🙂
Thanks for stopping by, Moon. :o)
Ah, this was so lovely! Spot on with the descriptions of the little boy, his words and actions. Such a lovely piece
Thank you for your kind words Lynn. Nice of you to stop by. :o)
Love it!
Thanks for stopping by. :o)
Oh, good. He wasn’t just a rotten kid. He had a legitimate grievance. I’m so relieved 🙂
You can’t be a hero knight without a sword and you can’t be a queen without subjects. :o) Thanks for stopping by.
Very nicely done. Enjoyed the read, thank you
Thanks Dahlia! Nice of you to stop by. :o)
Such a fabulous sibling rivalry story… Tit for tat and all that! Good job, Mom!
Thanks Dale!
I’m sure I’ve heard that argument before 😉 I vaguely recall a similar incident between my son and daughter that involved a wooden sword.
[Re your preamble and mention of the menopause, you ought to check out the herb Agnus Castus. It might ease your symptoms and calm you down. Obviously, check with your doctor if you’re on any other medication. I’m very anti-HRT].
Thanks for the tip Sarah. :o) I’ll have to check it out. Thanks for stopping by.
Totally believable story – well done!
Re the menopause – I found soy isoflavones helped, and when the gynaecologist asked if I took HRT and I told him about the soy, he nodded approvingly.
Excellent! I’ll look into that as well. :o) Thanks for stopping by, Liz.
Perfectly described! I can see the little boy’s face and picture his truculence.
Thank you Clare. :o) Nice of you to stop by.