Friday Fictioneers: Dreaded Words

PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr

“Wait ‘til your father gets home!”

I’m not sure what I’ve done this time, but something tells me it has to do with the baseball I just hit.

“How many times have I told you not to play ball so close to the house?”

Too many.

Against my better judgement, I run toward the porch. I’d rather hide at Billy’s house.

Mom’s pointing up.

I gawk and shudder.

The ceiling fan looks like the very claw approaching me—Mom’s hand.

She grabs my hair and pulls me inside. “Go to your room!”

Why, oh, why didn’t I hide at Billy’s?

THE END

Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.

And thanks for the photo prompt, yarnspinnerr!

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19 Responses to Friday Fictioneers: Dreaded Words

  1. neilmacdon says:

    Of course, even hiding at Billy’s he’d be found

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  2. granonine says:

    Those dreaded words–“Just wait till your father gets home!” I wonder if fathers ever got tired of being the threat.

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  3. Miscreants are always caught. It gives Mom a reason to not fix the fan.

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  4. James says:

    We’ve all done something like that as kids. It passes. Then we become our parents and mete out the same disciple to our own.

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  5. Sandra says:

    This had an oh so familiar ring about it. I remember long afternoons filled with dread at the homecoming of our father after an enjoyable bout of morning mischief-making.

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  6. Iain Kelly says:

    Brings back memories of the smashed garage windows and my football (soccer) days in the garden! Nice story Jan 🙂

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  7. Dear Jan,

    Those of us who mothered boys can relate to this, can’t we? Love it.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. Moon says:

    Hehe.
    What a lovely, fun story. Thanks for the smile, Jan.🙂

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  9. Dale says:

    Ah man… I never did get that “wait till your father gets home” thing… So not fair to dad. But as the mother of boys with two broken doors to prove it… I am right there in this story!
    (you just dropped your “r” on your ;0) )

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  10. pennygadd51 says:

    You’ve written this with a lovely, deft touch. It brought a smile to my lips!

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  11. goroyboy says:

    Wait til your father gets home!!! The waiting was half the punishment! Good one Jan

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  12. These moms, I tell you…Coincidentally, I too came up with a similar scenario, in spirit at least 🙂

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  13. lisarey1990 says:

    A very fun read.

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  14. Ugh, he did it again.
    Yet kids will be kids.
    Let go of the hair, though. Okay?

    Randy

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  15. subroto says:

    Wait till the bad cop gets home is more like it. I think we switched between the good-cop/bad-cop a bit in order to just mix it up 🙂 Nicely done.

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  16. LucciaGray says:

    Reminds me of my grandson when he’s pretending he doesn’t know he broke something by knocking it over with a ball he’s not allowed to play with in the house, while the ball’s in his hand!

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  17. James McEwan says:

    The initial threat draws you in. I am sure his father done something similar once – so why worry, he hopes. A fun read.

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  18. Oh dear trouble ahead but if his dd’s anything like mine was he’ll appreciate what a shot it must have been to do the damage.

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