As I mentioned last Wednesday, I’ve been looking back at the past a bit lately, digging out old stories and seeing if they can be resuscitated or reimagined. I’ve also been reading my way through a folder full of story shorts, written during the Friday Writing sprints. Some were definite misses and their pages could be best folded into paper airplanes, but a few others were amusing enough to keep.
I thought I’d share another one of my favorites today.
So, without further ado, here is my short story based on the prompts from a Friday Writing Sprint, which included the Loch Ness monster and the words: sun, sand, cabin, canoe, heat, melt, ice cream, floaties, bikini, raft, breeze, freckled, hat, campfire, lake, and towel.
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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