Silly Kids

PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger 

They picked up momentum as each person joined in the effort of getting Grandma up a tiny little hill. The older of the two brothers; then Big Bear, then their wives, laughing so hard they could barely walk.

People stopped to watch, taking pictures with their iPhones.

Grandma was laughing with them. All just good fun.

Then a palace guard approached, seriously commanding them to HALT!

“Are you aware that there’s a very steep descent at the top of this hill? Slow down, now!”

As he turned away, they erupted into laughter again, including the guard.

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Lunch

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The four women, lifelong friends, met for their weekly lunch date. They chose “their” table, enjoying their usual comments about the orca and the shark above their heads. The heads had been there as long as they could remember. Kind of creeped them out at first, but now they were like old friends.

As usual, Sherry excused herself for the restroom. Cat joked about getting her that stuff they advertised on TV for her overactive bladder.

She was gone longer than usual, though, and finally Elle decided to go check on her.

“Perfect!” thought the orca. “Dessert!”

Real Men Don’t Need Directions

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

“Are you sure you remember how to put that tent up?”

“Yes! For pete’s sake, a six-year-old could do it! Leave me alone!”

“I have the directions right here. Looks to me like you need them.”

“I DON’T NEED THEM!” Go away and let me work!”

“Well, okay. I’ll put them right here on the grill.”

He fussed and fumed, putting poles together and taking them apart until he had such a mess he couldn’t even tear it down, never mind put it up.

Then a quiet little voice said “Daddy? I’m six. I know how to read the d’rections. “

The Place

Jimmy and Bobby walked past The Place daily on their way to and from school. They made up stories; scary, funny, fantastical. They talked about finding a way in, but they knew they couldn’t do it.

One day as they walked by, they heard a whisper: “Pssssst! Please help me!” Their hair stood straight up on their heads, and they made it home in half the usual time.

Mom called the police. The officers who came to their door were skeptical, but the boys were convincing.

They called for backup. It was like a TV show. . . . . until the ending. . . . . . .