Purgatory

NOTE:  The toaster shot my bread to the ceiling and gravity sucked the cereal to the floor.  The only safe place was counter space.

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From the Oneword “rustling”:

Jean heard rustling in the bushes under the kitchen window.  She blasted through the screen door and down the steps banging a pot with a wooden spoon.  “Shoo!  Shoo!” she yelled into the bushes.  The rustling stopped.  A rubbery snout with plastic fangs popped out.  Jean screamed.  “You will be tasty with my elderberries,” a growly old woman’s voice said.  “Oh for crissakes, Mother!” Jean huffed. “You’ve been spitting out your pills again haven’t you?!”

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8 responses to “Purgatory

  1. Ha! Mom, the merry prankster. That was a fun one. I have a friend who’s mother has Alzheimer’s (nothing funny about that of course), but he has had some pretty kookie story’s over the past year. Nice lite hearted take that made chuckle!

    • Exactly, all the way around! You hold the spirit of this piece in your light-hearted chuckle. Again, I’m so glad you’re enjoying these shenanigans : )

    • From the king of surreal tweets? Thank you, of course I’ll scurry off with it : )
      And I see you’ve left me a surreal tweet-like comment on Jammin’! I’m there…

  2. there’s got to be one in every family. I’m hoping that I will be that one in the future. People will tell stories of me hiding in the bushes or wandering through walmart wearing nothing but a straw hat and pocketbook….
    Loved it!

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