When You Are My Crème de la Crème

We are making some sort of frozen lemonade cool whip cream cheese sweet condensed milk fresh strawberry something pie to freeze for tomorrow.

So…

I babysit the grand baby.

You make a grocery run f or the creamed cheese.

Just now I open the fridge and four packs of cream cheese almost fall out.

Me:  Whoa!  What’s this?  Four packs of cream cheese?

You:  Two for the price of one.

Me: (after observing the packs and noticing you’d bought different types of cream cheese)  Perfect.

You:  How many did you say you needed for the pies?

Me: (I needed one)  Oh this will do for sure.

You:  (smile and settle into your easy chair)

What’s not to love about you?

Ellespeth

Morning Dew Long Ago – Flash Fiction

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Morning Dew Long Ago

That day,  on the way to school, my brothers and I walked into some police fencing. I told them it was just a simple fence, but they insisted it was some sort of police fencing. So, I climbed the chain linked fence. Just beyond where I landed were streamers of what looked like toilet paper. They were wet and heavy from the morning dew.

“Someone finally wrapped ole man Johnson’s yard!” I called out. It did look like that to me.

My voice giggled and caught on the wind and landed in my brother, Evan’s, ear. “You come back here right now, Heather,” Evan yelled.

“You come back here right now, Heather. Do ya hear me tellin’ you?” Evan shouted again.

I did hear him but someone had taped my mouth shut and I couldn’t reply.

Ellespeth

Beautiful Prison Bars – Flash Fiction

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong.

We are grandparents!  A baby boy!

Beautiful Prison Bars

On the day I professed final vows, my father commissioned to have a lead glass door and upper window designed and installed at the front of the convent building. The metal grill work was especially exquisite.

“How do you like those for your prison bars?” my father asked me once the work had been completed.

We were sitting at the first level bay window of the grand staircase. Below us, outside, the convent’s spring garden was just about to bloom into its fullest glory.

“I will sit here often and think of you,” I replied.

“You didn’t have to do this. You know that, don’t you? That I wish you hadn’t?” Father had always been so against me entering the convent.

“I will sit here often, in silence, and think of you,” I replied.

“I have a right to my opinion,” he said.

I nodded, in agreement, and let him have the last word.

Ellespeth

Patent Pending – Flash Fiction

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Patent Pending – A Love Story

“I think I’ve got it!” Heng exclaimed. He took his wife’s arm and led her into his workshop.

Lan, his wife, had been through this many times before. Heng’s inventions. She smiled and let him lead her.

There she saw a milk carton with an antennae sticking out of it. “What is this, Heng?” she asked.

“The Moo-zic!” Heng replied. He flicked a switch on the side of the carton.

Ellespeth

(w/c 75)