Someone Had To Be It

Brae disliked her family. Well, it wasn’t exactly her family she hated, it was her family curse that she hated. Everyone else in the family loved it though, which made family gatherings quite difficult. How the curse, or gift, affected them was different for everyone. Her brother was the luckiest. At least to Brae. Mack could grow anything, anywhere. Made science classes easy and he won the State Fair’s horticulture and vegetable contest for the past ten years. It just wasn’t fair. Aunt Honey had it easy too. It could be over a hundred degrees and she would never sweat or stink after a workout. She was always sweet smelling no matter what. No, life just wasn’t fair. No matter how much Brae complained, her mother would say, “It’s a gift, Sweetie. We are lucky to have it.”

Yeah, easy for them to say it’s great. But for me, Brae Appleseed, I hate being the worm.

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Junior’s Holiday

Junior and his sister, Daisy, were planning a holiday to celebrate their parent’s twentieth wedding anniversary. The family traveled a lot which made coming up with a great destination quite difficult.

“We could rent a beach bungalow,” Daisy said, looking at Yelp reviews in Hawaii.

“We went to the beach last year. How about somewhere more adventurous like a helicopter over Ayer’s Rock?”

“Are you kidding? Mom would freak about all the bugs.”

She did have a point. Jessica was not a bug lover. One time the family went to Costa Rica because Harold heard that the rainforest was disappearing and he thought the kids should see it before it was gone, as if it were some exhibit’s last time on display. After three days there, the kids had dysentery and Jessica found nearly a dozen bot flies on her legs. It was strictly all-inclusive resorts after that in places without bugs.

“Hey, how about going to the UK? Plenty there for all of us to find something to do.”

“Ooh, that would be good, Junior. I could go check out the filming locations of Dr. Who and you could go see men in skirts.” Daisy grinned.

“They’re called kilts! And at least I don’t kiss an old man’s picture every night saying, “Oh, Doctor. Of course, I’d love to be your companion.”

Daisy hit him over the head with a pillow and huffed. “Just pick the hotel.” She slammed his door behind her.

Junior looked at fancy hotels in London, but thought they should go out of London so that they would be a little closer to everything else the island has to offer…besides, as much as he hated to admit it, he did like the idea of getting up to Scotland. If he planned it right, maybe the Highland Games would be going on. Nothing better than seeing a man in a kilt playing the bagpipes. But, where to stay?

Junior smiled, grabbed his phone, and called Tony. Tony had stayed in Scotland the previous summer and might know of a great place to stay.

Tony listened to Junior’s plight and started laughing. “Man, I feel bad for you. Are you taking Michael with you?”

Michael had been Tony’s boyfriend for more than six months before he introduced him to all his other friends. Now, three months later, Junior and Michael had been dating for six weeks.

“I don’t know. Hadn’t really thought about it. This is my parent’s wedding anniversary, so probably not.”

“Cool. Let me think for a minute……oh, I know just the place. It’s a little family bed and breakfast in Wales. Close to some filming locations, your mom could go visit the little antique shops and stroll downtown, there’s a lake nearby, but it’s about eight hours from Scotland.”

Junior thought about it. Men in kilts or Mom’s happiness? Not much of a decision there. Mom had to win. Oh yeah, and Dad too. “That sounds great. What’s the name of the place?”

Junior jotted down the name and phone number. He called and made reservations. The people over the phone sounded nice, but a little confused when he told them where they were coming from. Probably don’t get many guests from Beverly Hills.

During the flight to London on the family jet, Junior told them all about the holiday he planned. “We’re staying at Davies Fferm Moch,” he said proudly.

“That’s an odd name,” Jessica said.

“It’s near some lake,” Junior said, “and you know they call their lakes Loch whatever over there. I think they’re just trying to be cute.”

It was a four-hour drive from the airport to their lodging. When the family pulled up, no one was amused. Needless to say that was the last time Junior every made family travel arrangements, but the owners of the pig farm sure knew how to roast a good pig.


This short was inspired by the Summer Holiday Challenge #8 — A pig farm

It’s Time To Retire

“Hi Mrs. Franklin,” Principal Ford said as the elderly teacher entered his office. He quickly moved his goldfish bowl off the bookcase before she could knock it off by hitting the case with her walker. “Thanks for coming down.”

“Anything for you young man.”

Principal Ford felt a little uncomfortable being called a young man at fifty-seven, but he guessed that might still be young to a ninety-three year old, so he just let it go. “Um, I needed to talk to you.”

“Yes?” Mrs. Franklin said as she sat in the principal’s chair behind his desk.

“Mrs. Franklin, it’s time for you to retire. Your memory is going and perhaps –”

She started laughing. “My memory isn’t going, Gooseberry. It’s as sharp as a block of jello.”

Principal Ford sighed and sat in the guest’s chair. “Mrs. Franklin, instead of reading Hey Diddle Diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon, the little dog laughed, to see such sport, and the dish ran away with the spoon, you told a class of three and four year olds a story about giant man-eating sharks that jumped through open windows of the apartment tower during a tidal wave an gobbled up all the naughty little children.”

Mrs. Franklin was laughing so hard, tears flowed down her wrinkled face.

“I don’t think its very funny.

Mrs Franklin, still laughing, simply waved her hand, got up, and started heading for the door. “Jumping Jack, that was the best sneeze I’ve had all apricot. Thank you.”

Principal Ford stood at the office door shaking his head as Mrs. Franklin ambled down the hall, and back to her classroom where Miss Honey was reading to her students.

“Do you think she’ll ever figure out that she passed away twenty years ago?” the secretary asked Principal Ford.


This piece was inspired by:
FOWC with Fandango — memory
Word of the Day Challenge — amble
Three Things Challenge — tower, tidal wave, shark