Results of U-Write-It Week 281
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Clara looked at her son. "I'm glad you remembered Mother's Day this year, but did you really think I needed a..."
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...bullet-proof vest?"
Micah smiled. "You never know, Mom. It's a dangerous world."
Clara sneered. "Well, take it back. It's a stupid gift and a waste of money." She tossed the vest from her lap and picked up a photo of a young woman holding a rose. "Why can t you be more like Janie?"
Micah plucked the vest from the floor. "Janie doesn't shop for you, wash your feet, and fluff your pillow."
"I never asked for your help." Clara coughed, reached for a glass of water, and, instead of drinking, threw the water at Micah.
Micah left wordlessly, opening his cell phone as he exited the house. "It's a go," he said. "The key's at the back door. The old bat is a heavy sleeper." He paused, then added, "She didn't take the vest. Ungrateful, as always. This time, she'll pay."
by Patricia Szuhaj, Philadelphia, PA
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...hot pink toilet seat cover?"
Emotions on my mother's face fought like three cats in a sack. Happiness crinkled her eyes at the sight of the gift. Shock registered across her brow as she uncovered the wad of long, pink fur. Mirth tickled the corners of her mouth once the toilet seat cover emerged from the box.
Nine year old Chris, grinning from ear to ear, would have burst his buttons had there been any on his striped t-shirt. "I got it myself, Mama!"
Wow. That was the best present of all that Mother's Day. A real present. Store bought. And this eleven year old sister sorely envied Chris and his lucrative paper route.
Years later I learned just how he got it. On his paper route, that little imp helped himself to someone else's Mother's Day present the mailman left on a porch!
by Daphne Rice, Portland, OR
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...gun?"
"Yes, Mom you do, said her son with a frown,
You remember that murderer, dressed as a clown!
If Dad had a gun, he'd be here today,
Yes, you need a gun to keep the crims at bay!"
"But a gun? Perhaps it'd be O.K.
If it wasn't loaded I'll just waved the crims away?"
"No, Mom," he said, "I'm buying lessons for you,
So you can use it, self-protection in view!"
"Oh," said Mom, "It'll make Mother's Day for me,
A frightful experience, don't you see?
I'll just keep locking my door and taking good care,
But the very best protection, I believe is prayer."
"Prayer didn't save Dad!" with vengeance he said.
"But don't you realize? We all die," she said.
"And your father died well, saving many lives from that clown,
Oh, yes he gave his, but oh, it makes us feel proud!"
by Carolyn Ann Aish, New Zealand
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...weekend away with the girls?" Wearily, Clara glanced around her living room as she let go of the overnight case. It hit the floor with a soft thud. "Oh, my," she whispered.
It was no longer her living room.
Soft, fern green paint covered the walls. A chocolate brown, cushy leather couch faced the long inoperable fireplace. Filling its firebox behind highly polished glass doors, lush plants basked in what looked like sunlight pouring down from the chimney opening.
Above the mantle a video screen displayed ever changing, glorious outdoor scenes. Vivaldi's Four Seasons swelled sweetly around them.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom. And...thanks for paying for my cable addiction...to the Home and Garden Channel."
by Ric Hardson, US
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...leather jacket with silver studs and pink fringe on the sleeves?"
"Well," Malcolm said, "you never can tell when you might want to wear it on a date, Mom."
Clara squinted. "I'm married to your father, allergic to leather, and can't stand the color pink."
"Oh, yeah," Malcolm said. "Guess I'll have to take it off your hands. Happy Mother's Day to me!" he shouted, putting the jacket on and skipping from the room.
Clara slowly shook her head. "I hope his father doesn't see him in that."
by Phillip Lynne, Knoxville, TN
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