I peeked into my son’s room to let him know he had received
a postcard from his friend. I saw him lying on the bed, idly watching
television and flipping a coin.
“My my, aren’t we tidy!” I said sarcastically.
His room looked like wild horses had galloped through it.
“Maa!” my darling son bleated, “instead of being so
sarcastic, you could help, you know”
I walked into the room and straightened a calendar that was lying face down.
“No dear! Your room is your responsibility. You must
learn how to keep it clean: Now pick up
the stuff, change your sheets and PLEASE dust everything. If you want your weekly allowance on Monday
as usual, that is.”
I marched out of the room mindful of his indignant looks,
but not caring. I leaned against the
door and heard him scurrying around the room, tidying up.
“Yessssss” I said to myself, triumphantly.
This post is written as a part of write tribe initiative.
The rules are:
1. Write a piece/a story/ a poem incorporating the following 7 words in random order :
- postcard
- coin
- tidy
- wild
- help
- calendar
- responsibility
