Monday, April 21, 2014

O is for Odd



Katherine’s Odd-balls and Oddities

“Odd-balls and oddities?” Bill Marshall eyed his daughter’s cardboard sign with some doubt.  “I thought you wanted to do a lemonade stand?”

Katherine Marshall sniffed, wrinkling her nose in the same way her mother always did when he said something stupid.  “No one wants lemonade, Dad.  It’s sugar and water and citric acid.”  She smiled at him.  “It strips the enamel.”

Bill looked around at the nearly empty street.  He could see Gary Crawt watering his lawn a couple doors down, a careful spray of hose Bill had yet to figure out.  He’d helped the man install sprinklers at the start of summer but still, every day, Crawt would spend an hour hosing down his lawn.  It was, Bill decided, as good an excuse as any to step outside and enjoy the day.

There weren’t many other people out and about on this three-digit day.  If people weren’t working, they were certainly hiding out in their nice air-conditioned houses, sprawled in various states of undress under fans and in front of their TVs.  He looked down at his daughter’s careful display, the odd selection of well-loved toys, dolls with their hair matted from ill-advised baths, crayon portraits of various members of Bill’s own family and a tattered cardboard jewelry box Bill suspected was filled plastic bead necklaces and paper-slip fortunes the little girl had collected over the two months since she’d decided she liked Chinese food.

Bill picked up the jewelry box, peaked inside, saw the curling white strip of a fortune with its red print promise of “good life” staring back at him.  He looked around again, Mr. Crawt with his hose, the postal worker zipping past in his little truck.  

“I’ll take this one,” he told his daughter with a wink.  “$50?”

She stared at him, brows dipping down at the middle, so like her mother.  “That’s not for sale, Dad!”

Bill blinked.  “What?  Why not?”

She sighed and shook her head.  “You’re not supposed to buy anything!”

“But it’s a lemonade, um, an odd-balls and oddities stand!” he protested.

“Exactly!” she told him.  

“That’s…”

“Odd,” she told him, smiling happily.  “Now go away.”



Author's Note:  No, I'm not sure what I was thinking here.  Another snippet.  Hopefully it amuses you.  If nothing else, I'm having fun...still playing catch up with O. Yay for the A to Z blog challenge

8 comments:

  1. Lol! I loved the fun read! Thank you (:

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    1. No, thank you! For reading! For commenting! Thank you!

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  2. What amuses me the most is the fact that, despite an almost complete lack of conflict, I still managed to get to the end without questioning any of the narrative choices made. This story survives somehow without a plot.

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    1. That is my goal in life...surviving without plot! Lol! Seriously, thank you for your comments...you've made my day!

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  3. That was a very fun read. I can see my son doing something like this too.

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    1. Oh thank you! So glad it came off believably! :-)

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  4. Makes me think of little antique stores that never seem to get much business. Thanks for sharing, great to meet you!

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    1. Thank you! And great to meet you too! Thanks for stopping in! :-)

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