A Family’s Highjacked Conversation

Photo courtesy of google and time.com

Photo courtesy of google and time.com

“Look at that family, the parents look as if they’d rather be anywhere than sitting across from each other and the kids have their faces stuck in a phone or tablet.”

Millie’s shoulders sagged as she realized one of her husband’s favorite soapbox topics had highjacked the evening.

“I’m mean, dinner used to be for family conversations; what the hell, people don’t talk anymore?”

Millie glanced at the family across from them, “Seems to me, the kids have taken all the table conversation they can stand,” she said, catching bits of the couple’s angry exchange.

“Our society is going to hell,” she heard him say, before tuning him out and reaching for her iPhone, “Can’t say I blame them.”

 

Written in Response to:  http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-diversions/   This week’s word: DIVERSIONS 

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A Glint of Hope

PHOTO PROMPT – © Santoshwriter

Fred stopped pacing and stared out the window. After three straight days of rain, he watched with growing trepidation, as the sun appeared in a blue sky. Every time it rained three days in a row, something bad happened. “Bad things come in threes,” his mom said. This time he prayed she’d be wrong.

He waited for the doctor to emerge from his wife’s hospital room. “Please God, give me a sign.”

A singular leaf caught his attention. Five clinging drops glinted at him as if in Morse code. Rain. Hearing footsteps, he turned. The doctor was smiling.

 

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Maggie’s Lesson in Democracy

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#152     That’s democracy…

“Mom?”

Nell turned to her thirteen-year-old daughter, Maggie.

“Since we live in a democracy, you know, ‘consent of the governed,’ shouldn’t I get a vote?”

Nell admired her daughter’s spunk. “A vote?”

“I feel like I’m living under autocratic rule with you the self-appointed ruler.”

“I’m your mother and, by law, responsible for you.”

“But…”

“Actually, our democracy is practiced in the form of a republic, which provides checks and balances and an establishment able to thump an unruly mob on its head.”

“Mom!”

“At home, you’re the unruly mob and I’m the check and balances. That’s democracy, sweetheart.”

A Family Affair

Photo courtesy of Google and blog.andybrouwer.co.uk

Five Sentence Fiction – Family

Lil’s leg bounced in a non-stop nervous twitch as she stared at the one-way mirror. Shivering, she pulled her sweater tight against the chill of the bare room and wondered who stood on the other side watching.

It’d always been a running joke; if anything happened to Rob, Lil would be the first person they’d scrutinize; especially after they pulled her reading list of true crime and murder from the library.

Rob used to joke she knew 350 ways to kill him and get away with it. If they got hold of her own works of fiction, she might as well kiss the rest of the family good-bye; Rob would have been half right.