I’m grateful for this week’s Flash Fiction Friday photo challenge. My other writing has been too somber and serious and introspective of late. I enjoyed writing something silly and funny for a change – which is truer to my nature. I ultimately have an enormous and not so slightly warped sense of humor. Someday I might write a longer piece just for laughs. In the meantime, here’s a little light-hearted humor in my third installment of Flash Fiction.
Photo courtesy of Madison Woods
Memaw hung up the phone and put on her pinched face. Uncle Darryl was coming for a visit. He was her little brother - not that she wanted to claim him most times. He was a bit “touched” as Papaw would say. We kids, on the other hand, loved his curious ways. While the calendar put him at 26, the emptiness in his head made him a child. Last time, we played hide-and-go-seek all day before he almost burned down the barn. This time we would find better games and hope Memaw put the matches and kerosene high and away.