Mom Knows Best

Karen let out a sigh and turned the page in her book again.  “Mom, I just don’t get this question at all,” she said.  “And I’ve read the assignment a million times now.”

Diane went over to the table where her daughter sat and said, “What is the question?”

“We are supposed to answer these five questions from the reading, but this third one just isn’t in the reading.”

“I’m sure your teacher wouldn’t give you impossible homework.  Why don’t you read it out loud.”

Karen read the three pages again and suddenly understood, saying, “Thanks mom, you’re the best.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – homework

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Not Like the Movies

Harold was staring out the window.  Carol came up and asked, “What are you doing, staring off into space?”

Harold gave her a glance and shrugged his shoulders.  “Mom, I thought things would be different.  I thought we’d have lots of adventures.”

“Honey, we signed up for this and talked about it for many days.  I think you’re mixing up real life with the movies.  We are here to make history as the first family to establish this space station in orbit, not fight aliens and evil forces,” Carol said as she brushed her son’s hair out of his eyes.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – orbit

It’s Not My Fault

“Don’t give me that.  I will not be your scapegoat,” she shouted at him.

“I didn’t say you were solely to blame, but you had a say in things too,” he turned towards her as she moved across the room.  “It might have been ok if you hadn’t been so pushy.”

“Pushy?  I will show you pushy,” she said as she walked directly towards him.

He put his hands up and held her shoulders so she couldn’t reach him.  He responded, “Let’s not make this physical.  It is not worth it.”

“Fine,” she said and stormed out the door.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – scapegoat

Experience, Strength and Hope

“Welcome to tonight’s meeting,” the woman said.  “Who wants to share?” A lady in the back slowly raised her hand.

“Hello I’m Sue,” she said.  “I haven’t been to a meeting in years, but my life is more than unmanageable.  I needed to be where I felt welcomed.  I have not had an alcoholic in my life for five years now, as he drank himself to death.”  She continued, “I still feel the chaos of life leaving me completely out of control and I just needed to come to a meeting.  Thanks for allowing me to join the group tonight.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – welcome

Hello, Dad?

She was unsure what to do.  She sat at the kitchen table, in front of her was $38.25; all she had to her name.  Her bills had piled up and the landlord told her if her arrears rent wasn’t taken care of, she was out.  Payday was still days away and her refrigerator was almost empty.

She did have a bus pass for the rest of the month so she could still make it to work.  She had no choice; she had to call him and ask for help.  She dialed the familiar number and waited for him to answer.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – arrears

On The Beach

She turned to him and asked, “Would you do my back?”  Then she handed him the bottle of suntan oil.

“You know this stuff is bad for your skin?  This is like zero SPF you have,” he said taking the bottle and looking at the label.  “You might as well use baby oil.”

“My mom used to when she would suntan as a teen.  She is looking a little aged these days.”

“How about you use my SPF thirty and take a little better care of your skin?”  He smiled and added, “Please turn around,” and began applying the lotion.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – oil

Waiting Impatiently

He was doing it again and it drove her crazy.  Anytime he grew impatient he would bounce his leg.  As they sat in the waiting room to see her doctor his idiosyncrasy was showing.  “Would you please stop that,” she asked him.

“Stop what,” he replied.

She shook her head and said, “You were bouncing again.  You always do this when we are here.  It is embarrassing.”

“What if this was a medical condition I had?”

“Then I would say you need help.”

“That sounds like you, always running to the doctor.”

She sighed and went back to her magazine.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – idiosyncrasy