NOT MY FAULT
“It’s not my fault, Sir!”
“You were caught red-handed
destroying it, Taylor.”
“Well, yes, Sir, but that little sh..
– er – boy Stone, made me do it.”
“How, precisely? You’re twice his
size. In fact I recall you were sent to me last week for locking him in a broom
cupboard.”
“Exactly, Sir, and nobody would have
known about that if he hadn’t phoned home. Without that phone booth to hide in
while he snivels to his mum, he’ll have to take it like a man.”
“As you will, Taylor – bend over that
chair.”
“No Sir! Please Sir! Not the cane!”
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It's my opinion that some people take photos just for this forum, as J Hardy Carroll appears to have done with this one! Despite that, three separate interpretations popped into my mind, but two were about phone calls too personal to share, and the phone call that is on my mind at the moment hasn't come yet - the one about the arrival of another grandchild, who is already five days overdue.
So here it is - a light-hearted treatment of a dark subject. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog, from whence, after leaving a comment here - you can follow the link to read other stories. https://rochellewisoff.com/
ps. if you'd like to read another of my stories, go to p40 on this month's http://visualverse.org/
ps. if you'd like to read another of my stories, go to p40 on this month's http://visualverse.org/
