7 December, 2020 – Mister Bump

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #95

For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #95, where we write about this photo from Forgottenx at DeviantArt:

Resistance

“No Way”.

“Yes way. Come on, we’ve been locked down for six months, and you’re a mess. Let me sort you out ready for Monday – it’ll only take five minutes”.

With that, Johnny tore out of the kitchen and scurried up the stairs. Mum dashed after him, grabbing a pair of kitchen scissors and a pudding basin on her way. She heard Johnny’s bedroom door slam and, picking her way through the toys which were strewn over the landing, she pushed it open.

Hiding under his bed covers, Johnny resolved, “you’re not coming anywhere near my fucking hair”.

Fat Cat

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 7 December 2020, body.

My husband, habitually berate,
For he’s ended up quite overweight,
When I toyed with his nipple,
It started a ripple,
Which then took half an hour to abate.

Open Book Blog Hop (7 December 2020)

In her Open Book Blog Hop, Stevie asks:

If you had unlimited money to start and maintain a business, what would it be?

Okay, keyword here is “unlimited”. So, you’re not bothered about making a profit. Profit and loss are immaterial.

So, how about a business where you build homes, then give them to homeless people?

Or, maybe, growing food, so you could give it to people who would otherwise resort to food banks?

Take money out of the equation, and there’s no end to the good that could be done.

Of course, there is no real concept of “unlimited”, but perhaps we might ask ourselves what role our governments should play here, in helping to solve these problems. After all, you wouldn’t think that a country full of needy citizens has much of a government, would you? Isn’t that what a government is for? It’s raison d’être?

Or, you might ask whether we shouldn’t think twice before buying that shiny new aircraft carrier, when at the same time, people are having to use food banks? For defence? Defence of what? Lines of hungry people? Anyone else spot the irony here?

Lost his Cool

My father, a lovely old man,
Got caught up in his new ceiling fan,
He was dragged round and round,
And then thrown to the ground,
This was surely not part of his plan?

There’s some more of this family nonsense here: