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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Overheard

storypraxis daily prompt: "overheard"

When he'd overheard his mother on the phone trying to guide http://www.storypraxis.com/ he'd thought Gramma was trying to kill the bird; he'd imagined her holding down a flailing feathered hen while cradling the phone on her shoulder. His mother, having been making dinner herself, finally had turned the phone on speaker, and he'd heard his Gramma say she was taking a knife to it. Turns out, his mother had bought her one of those precooked chickens they themselves sometimes ate, and Gramma couldn't get the plastic lid off. She'd taken to stabbing at it instead.

His mother didn't usually put his Gramma on speaker. Whenever he'd overhear their conversations, his mother would talk very loud, as his Gramma was going a bit deaf, but cup her hand over the phone or turn toward a wall, as if she didn't want him to hear her yelling.

 

Or sometimes she would just yell as she sometimes yelled at him: "No, Mom, you can't get up on the stepladder. You'll fall. Wait until I come out tomorrow and I'll change the bulb myself."

He didn't really like overhearing these conversations. They were nothing like when he and his mother made the hour drive to actually visit his Gramma; they'd play Monopoly on an old board missing half the pieces from when his mother was a little girl. And when his Gramma had been less feeble, she used to let him take her old tool box and hammer nails into scraps of wood. His mother bought him a pair of pliers to hold the nails so he wouldn't hammer his fingers, and they were like three kids who played well together. There was nothing to be overheard.

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12 comments:

Megan Wille said...

I like your little story :) Mine was a little...darker lol

Megan's Overheard Prompt @ Just a Little Place to Write

Kathy said...

Lovely story! I would have never thought of using a pliers to hold the nail. I am going to try that next time I need to hammer a nail!!

Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

pammustard said...

Sad and happy all mixed together. Great story about the passage of time. Made me nostalgic. :)

Sharon Greenthal said...

I so admire you for being able to write fiction. Your words are evocative and sincere. Wonderful!

November Rain - k~ said...

This one made me laugh. It reminded me of the movie phone calls, where you could only hear one side of the story. Imagination is everything!

laila said...

Love the way you weave a story with everyday incidents.Learning a lot from you:)

Kelly Garriott Waite said...

I love the way he compares his mother's yelling at Gramma to when his mother yells at him. And the ending line, nothing to overhear...beautiful.

Journey of Life said...

As always beautifully written! Loved reading it ... but wordless when come to writing one myself. Still trying ...

Lynn Proctor said...

a lovely story!

Libby said...

Great story! I like how he pictures his grandmother talking on the phone while butchering a chicken!

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Annabelle said...

I like these pieces you've been writing from the boy's point of view; the perspective is so fresh!

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