“It's dry clean only.”
The Wicked Witch Of The West* #quote
Today CJ should be coming over to help me in my mission in
infiltrating the Martian base. Wish us luck! Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
If It's Broke, Fix It
“Ch-Ee-Ry-C-owwwwws!” Grandpa yelled one of his made up curses
after he hit his thumb with a hammer. Grandma said he “had the
mouth of a sailor” before he had Mom and Dad, but now I refused to
use real swear words in front of anyone. Something different always
came out of his mouth every time, and he swore a lot.
“Monkey-dancin', rock-polishers...” he grumbled as
he dropped the hammer to the floor and grit his teeth.
“You alright?” I asked.
He turned around to me and smiled. “Oh, I'm alright my wonderful
granddaughter.” I remembered when he talked to Mom and Dad about
watching over me for the weekend, not that I needed a babysitter, he
never told them that he would be working on fixing the backyard door.
It'd be nice if he wore out soon and went inside to relax or
something so I could watch cartoons or whatever.
“N-oooo-dles sHoVeD-up MY soup!” Grandpa screamed again
after a second attempt. He managed a few hits finding his target on
the third attempt. But when he went for the next nail he hammered a
finger with the hammer again. “QuEEns of England in the
B-el-frY !”
“Grandpa?”
“Yes my dearest granddaughter?” He smiled while holding back as
much of the expressions of pain as he could.
“Maybe you should get glasses like Grandma's been
telling you to.”
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