Monday, December 5, 2011


“… and then you know what, the shadow-ghost came up behind me, and said…”. Seeing my attention stray, my son broke off hurriedly, before accusing me, “Mamma, you are not listening to what I am saying.”
“Yes, I am listening”, I lied. “Get on with your story.”
He stamped his feet in annoyance. “It is not a story. It actually happened.”
“Yes, of course it did. I am listening. Tell me what happened next.”
“And then,……”

I wonder what kind of precedent I am setting by accepting shadow-ghosts knocking over lunch-boxes as an acceptable excuse for an uneaten school lunch?

drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.


Deb and Barbara said...

Ahhhh, but maybe there were shadow-ghosts.... After all, kids see stuff the rest of can't, don't they (and also tell incredible tales)!

Kittie Howard said...

Shadow ghosts? Love his imagination. It's sweet, an endearing moment, but, hmmm, think he traded his lunch, what kids do.

SueAnn said...

Well at least he is creative! Ha!

Margot Kinberg said...

Natasha - I just absolutely love his imagination and his way of thinking! What a gift he has!


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