Time to wrap up another month, which means it’s time for another short story as part of my plan to consistently get some words on the page each month. This month’s brief story grew out of last Friday’s random words and was influenced a bit, in terms of character, by the old English-set mystery books I’ve recently been reading (not that this is a mystery). The story turned out a bit different from the version that ran through my head on my drive home from work, but then that always seems to happen.
Anyway, without further ado, here’s this month’s story.
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Nigel vs. the Nephews
“No charades.” Oh, kill me now. Nigel Weatherby did his best to ignore the whine of disappointed voices and remained on the couch with his eyes closed against the midday sun, doing an excellent imitation of a boneless mass.
It was just an illusion though. When he wasn’t draped over the sofa thwarting his nephews, Nigel was a championship swimmer, as well as a black belt and who knows what else. He merely preferred to conserve energy for when it was absolutely necessary.
Charades in no way qualified as necessary. Continue reading