MICHAEL'S GRANDSON

MICHAEL’S GRANDSON

Michael was a familiar figure around town, racing along pavements at 8mph on his mobility scooter, stopping in the pub for a pint or two. So when he broke down outside Boots there were many willing hands to push him home.

“This machine weighs a ton,” one friend said, “Forget to charge it up?”

“My grandson’s fault,” Michael said, “Plugged his extension lead into my socket without asking – they’d cut his power off for growing pot in his loft.”

“You should make him pay for the electric.”

“Nah – I owe him for a month’s supply as it is.”

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A combination of photos prompted my story this week - one from Rochelle's blog  and one which I took on Monday while shopping for a lawn edging tool with Mum.

Thanks to Linda Kreger for the first one and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers - Follow the Frog from her blog to read other stories and/or to join in!  https://rochellewisoff.com/ 

WASHER - a story in 100 words

This week's story is a short kitchen sink drama - a warning ahead of Christmas to be careful what you say!
Thanks as always to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her own blog  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/  and also for the photo - I wonder if that's her own kitchen?  Follow the Bloe Frog trail from her blog to read other takes on the ptompt.

WASHER

“That tap’s driving me mad,” Julie complained, plonking toast on Andy’s plate and pouring mugs of tea.

“I said I’d fix it after the match,” he growled, “Stop bloody nagging.”

“It’s dripped for weeks,” Julie protested, “But everything has to wait for your precious football.”

Andy’s fist shot out and scalding tea soaked Julie’s sleeve. She rushed to the sink for cold water but the tap came off in her hand, and as the flood spread Andy yelled, “Fetch my tools!”

Julie ran to the door, only pausing to throw the electric toaster into the rapidly growing pool around his feet.