Today’s edition is brought to you by guest authors Kjersten Adair and best friend Courtney Guidry, who were no doubt inspired by the huge pile of laundry on my couch and today’s Treasure Tuesday prompt. Hope you enjoy their debut story!
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“Hey, Mom, have you seen my other shoe?”
Mom glanced up from her book. “What?”
“My shoe. I’m going out with some friends. We talked about this, Mom.”
“Right…uh..I think it’s in the laundry room.”
“Thanks!” Isabelle turned around and ran straight into her older brother. She glared at him. “Oscar, what are you doing?”
“It’s called ’standing’ genius. Not that it matters to you. I thought your life didn’t revolve around mine.”
“It doesn’t.” Isabelle rolled her eyes. “So move.”
“Make me.”
Isabelle did, by shoving him into the laundry basket in the hall. She made her way into the laundry room, ignoring the string of four letter words coming from behind her. She quickly found her shoe and was just starting to turn around when she heard her brother issue a few other choice words.
“Hey, what’s this?”
Isabelle turned to find Oscar amongst the overturned basket and holding up a pink sock and a bright smile on his face.
“Found it,” he said, jumping up from the scattered mess of clothes and making off with his prize.
Isabelle recognized it immediately. “Hey! Isn’t that my fuzzy pink sock?”
Oscar laughed and kept walking. “Ha! No. This is mine. It’s been missing for ages.”
Isabelle ran after her brother and snatched the sock from his hand.”
“Moooooom!” Oscar yelled.
Their mom barely glanced up. “Quit arguing.”
Isabelle quickly headed for her room, annoyed, but sock in hand. Suddenly it was gone, and she turned to find Oscar standing right behind her. “Give it back!” she said trying to grab it, but Oscar moved it away every time she was within reach. Finally she got so annoyed she raised her fist and punched him straight in the face.
He staggered back and Isabelle took the opportunity to snatch the sock away; leaving Oscar on the floor clutching his eye. Isabelle went to put her reclaimed sock back in its proper place, but stopped short when she heard the doorbell ring. “Crud,” she thought. “I’d better hurry. I don’t want to keep them waiting.” She quickly grabbed her purse and threw the sock in her dresser drawer, pausing briefly as something else caught her attention. She dropped her purse and pushed aside the socks to better find the object of her distraction.
Underneath the rest of her white and blue socks were her long lost pair of soft, pink fuzzy socks.
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Next week’s prompt: You wake suddenly to find yourself in a dark room with a single shining light focused on you.
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