“I can’t believe you put my good broom out on the porch again!!!”
“I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. I have a ratty old broom perfect for sweeping sidewalks or whatever it is you do to trash my brooms. So why is the one I paid extra for out there again?”
“Mom, Dad didn’t do it. I did. Sorry.”
“You…? Oh. Um… sorry, Dear.”
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.
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