Disaster

Monica sat on her parents’ front door step and put her head in her hands. This was NOT shaping up to be a fun weekend home.

“She’s probably just stopped off at the -” she heard, just before the front door opened with a bang and her mother screamed.

“Mon, darling, you scared the life out of me! What on earth are you doing si- Oh.” she sobered and looked at her offspring sympathetically. “Come on, come inside and tell us all about it – I promise we won’t disown you unless it’s really bad!”

Monica stood up and burst into tears.

“That bad, huh?” asked Merryl, and ushered her inside. “Come on in love, have a cuppa and tell us, hmm?”

Monica sniffled and stumbled through to the kitchen.

Merryl got her sitting down at the kitchen table with hot, milky, sweet tea in front of her. She and Kyle sat down as well.

“Now, sweetheart, we’ve heard it all before – so don’t be worried about us yelling at you, OK? Whatever it is, we can work on it as a family! Right, darling?”

Kyle nodded and smoothed Monica’s hair.

Monica raised her head, tears still streaming down her face.

“I di – did something really du – u -umbb!” she wailed.

‘Well, duh!” thought Merryl.

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3 Comments

  1. Ooooooooo a return to Monica and Kyle, yay! 🙂

  2. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? My poor muse has been working overtime. Finally 😛 Whooops, mustn’t be nasty to the muse…

  3. […] Fiction DisasterMonica sat on her parents’ front door step and put her head in her hands. This was NOT shaping […]


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