Five Minute Fiction Monday 4
Five Minute Fiction is an ongoing experiment. The goal: To write as much as I can in five minutes, letting the fingers do the work, then go back and clean it up.
Enjoy?
Family Matters
I ask Ben to hurry up, finish. Sadly, he is much like his mother. I grind molars, my one bad habit. Well, one of them anyway.
“We have to go or we’ll be late,” I say, placing the molars back into my front pants pocket. Ben finally appears around the corner, grabs my hand and falls into step with me. “We have to make a withdrawal from the bank before we get to the turning party.”
“Alright, dad,” he sighs, playing with a spot of blood on the cuff of my shirt. Damn. And I just had this shirt dry cleaned.
“Do you think Mylar will be there?” Ben asks expectantly.
“I don’t know, son. After the last time with his incessant mind probes, not to mention the claw marks he left in your mother’s favorite couch, I don’t think he was invited.”
“But dad! I won’t know any of the other kids there,” he moans.
Getting down on one knee, I brush back the hair of his widow’s peak, smile and say, “Listen, if you’re good we’ll stop by the butcher shop on the way home and pick you up a heart-on-a-stick. Okay?”
“Okay!” he says smiling, his baby-sharp fangs glowing in the dank dark.
He’s so much like his mother.
