STILL YOUNG AT HEART
Of all the places I thought I would end up on New Year’s Eve, Red Rooster Bowling Lanes was not in the running.
“Uncle Alvin. Eugene here.”
“Happy New Year.”
“Not yet, Unc … a bit of a problem.”
“Mom’s OK. Dad’s on the way to Richmond Memorial. Baby brother’s on the way. Dad said call and let you know that we are here … alone.”
“I thought that Janice was watchin’ you? Abby and I were..”
“She’s already left for a bash. Mom tried calling three…”
“I’ll be right over.”
I arrived not only to find my nine-year-old nephew Jerry, but four of his friends. A preplanned sleep-over… the MINECRAFT theme music was booming throughout house.
“Eugene, what do you guys have planned for the night?”
“You’re seen’ it!”
“Grab your coats, guys. New Year’s Eve is not meant to be celebrated at home!” (There was no way I was going to be able to here MINECRAFT for the next five hours.)
“Where we going?”
Twenty minutes later, the six of us were consumed cheeseburgers, fries and in an intense game of bumper bowling.
Boy, good thing I had an in at the alley. Bowling ‘til after midnight, and Abby doesn’t get off until 2 AM anyway.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Week #1- 2016. Requirements: Create a 200 word flash story using the photo prompt and the provided first sentence.