By R.F. Marazas
Hate icky stuff. Gotta go.
Baby swats the spoon, spears Mother’s eye. She lurches backward, crashes to the floor. Her head makes the sound of hammer on melon. Baby giggles. Gotcha!
Father stares dumbfounded. Baby knocks the jar of baby food off the tray. It smashes into Father’s forehead. He staggers against the wall, slides down to a sitting position. More giggles. Gotcha too!
Baby inches under the tray to the tiltless, padded chair’s edge. Gravity eases it to a soft landing on its bottom thick diaper. It crawls past the two bodies toward the partly open front door and freedom.
Talk about an action-filled story in 101 words! Wow! The action was fast and furious from the first word to the last. I liked it.
Thank you, Bobby.
Excellent piece of work, R.F.
Thank you, Roy.