Rock, Paper , Scissors, I Win

It was one of those days out when everything seemed to be in alignment. The weather was perfect, the water temperature just cool enough to provide from refreshment from the warm sand, and even the crowds seemed less agitated.

The girls, Richard, and I strolled from ride to ride and food stand to food stand as we rejoiced in our family outing to the amusement park. Daisy gorged herself on cotton candy, popcorn, and ice cream, while Faith downed snow cones, scarfed churros, and had more nachos and cheese than an entire baseball stadium. I really thought they would have filled themselves up by the time we left the last park, but by the time we got to the car, they were begging for dinner.

Richard threw on a movie as soon as we got home for the girls while I resigned myself to spending time in the kitchen. It was a treat and I really wasn’t in the mood for a lot of cooking, so it was macaroni and cheese night. Tonight though, I decided to take a trip to flavortown and added hickory smoked bacon, Vermont white cheddar, and a hint of paprika and brown sugar to the casserole.

I whipped together a quick cornbread and threw on some green beans and tropical fruit salad on the plate and voila. I was able to make it to the living room for the last half of the movie. By the way the girls were eating you would have assumed they hadn’t eaten all day.

While I picked out the family’s tv show for the night, the girls took their plates to the kitchen and saw the ice cream in the freezer. Everyone knows that opening the freezer or refrigerator is required every time you go into the kitchen. It didn’t take long for the begging to start. I had my reservations. Call it mother’s intuition, but Richard was an over grown teenager himself and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make his world-famous triple decker hot fudge and brownie sundae.

We watched a light, family-friendly comedy while everyone enjoyed their dinner. Then it was time to decide who got to clean the dishes and kitchen and who got to make sure the girls got ready for bed on time, and without their electronics.

Richard and I looked at each and smiled.

“Rock,” I said.

“Paper.”

“Scissors.”

“Paper beats rock! Hah!”

“Fine,” Richard said. “Your pick.”

Now, as I stared at the girls who were on their tenth or twelfth sugar rush of the day, my mother’s intuition kicked in again and red flags waved in the wind. They would not be going down for hours at least, and I had a book waiting for me on my kindle.

As much as I hated doing dishes, it was better than the alternative. “You get the girls. All night.”

“Oh pfft. You got the hard job.” Richard laughed as he left the room.

No sooner had I finished drying the last dish, I heard something that will curl any mother’s hair. Daisy said her stomach hurt.

As I sat on the couch and woke my kindle from its slumber, it happened. Richard screaming, girls crying, and the unmistakable sound of a thousand mothers laughing at the husband foolish enough to think taking care of two sugar-filled children was easier than cleaning non-regurgitated food off plates. He’s going to have fun getting that off the walls.

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Page 192, Line 6

If you haven’t participated in this fun little prompt before, it’s quite simple. Grab a book…any kind of book…and flip to page 192, then count to line 6. Use that line as a prompt for a post. You can take the quote directly as use that in a story, or simply find inspiration in the line and come up with something else.

Simply provide the quote (along with book title and author) and have fun 🙂


The Peculiar by [Bachmann, Stefan]

The Peculiar by Stefan Bachman

Pg 192, Line 6:

“Sweet child, where am–“

The Christmas puppy shivered as the cold wind pelted its small frame. Hours earlier the puppy was happy and playing with its new master when the little girl sneezed. Oh, how she sneezed and sneezed. It didn’t take the adults to determine that the little girl was allergic to the puppy and promptly threw him into the backyard. It was no fault of the puppy’s – simply bad parenting, but few ever see it that way. No matter how much the puppy whined or cried to be let back in, they ignored it.

An old man walking through the back alley knew the family that lived in the house and saw the puppy shiver as the wind gusted again.

“Come here puppy,” the man whispered.

Happy to be seen, the puppy ran as fast as its little legs could carry him over the snow to the man who was now leaning over the fence. The puppy leaped into his warm waiting arms and licked his face.

“You’re coming home with me.”

The old man tucked the puppy under his coat and sang as they continued on their way.

The old man’s house was no more than a shack that overlooked the sea, but inside was warm and filled with love. A little girl, his granddaughter, sat at the table and swung her legs as she read from the Bible to her grandmother. Both ladies smiled and greeted the old man as he entered.

“Papa, papa!” his granddaughter shouted.

“Shh, Grace. You’ll scare him.”

His wife smiled and shook her head. She knew what he was hiding even without him saying it. Grace smiled but was confused. She looked all around her grandfather but didn’t see anyone else with him.

The old man opened his coat and set the puppy on the floor. Grace covered her mouth and cried.

“He’s beautiful!”

The puppy saw the little girl and remembered the other little girl and started to whimper. He didn’t want to be thrown out again. Before he could turn to run, though, Grace wrapped her arms around him gently and snuggled in his fur.

They played for hours until everyone was quiet tired and ready for bed. It was a small shack and they all shared one bed in the corner next to the fire for warmth.

The old man set another log in the fire to last them till morning, then looked at the bed. His wife and granddaughter took up two thirds of it and the puppy sprawled where he was to sleep.

“Sweet child,” he said caressing the puppy’s forehead, “where am I to sleep?”

The puppy cocked his head and looked at the old man with his big brown eyes. The man couldn’t resist a light laugh. With a happy sigh, the old man sank into his rocking chair and looked at his family. The puppy jumped on his lap and reminded the old man just how rich and loved he was.