“It’s my chair! Get out!” Lucy screamed at her brother.
“Not it’s not! It’s Grandma’s chair.”
“That’s right,” Grandmother said. “Now if the two of you will move, I’d like to sit down.”
The kids scrambled to reply. As soon as she sat down, they scrambled into her lap, one child per knee.
Always plenty of room in Grandmother’s lap.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.