They held out the intonations into a barbershop minor key. “Happy Birthday to You.”
The twins were such hams, as were their three mates.
I knew that something was afoot when all of them showed up after supper.
“So Bradley, what’s behind your back?”
“Presents,” was the sheepish response. “Sorry, Uncle Al.” The twinkle in his eyes said anything but sorry. “There were seven.”
“Yeah, Dad.” Now my oldest looks as if he is in the confessional. “We did plan ahead… But it got a little late.”
They opened my one present left.
“At least it has extra cheese.” I laughed.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Create a flash fiction story (100 words) using teh photo prompt provided.
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Really like the 1st paragraph, I could hear the unlikely choir. Nice story. It looks like the last two lines of your post got switched.
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Thanks for the notice! Fixed. Thanks for the read and the kind words.
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Funny story – I could see those boys’ faces!
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Nice slice of life. 😊 Well, they meant well. Nice to be remembered with a serenade on your birthday.
Now we can imagine what the other gifts were that never arrived.
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Thanks for the kind words and the read.
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You made me smile, loved the images you created.
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Thanks for the kind words and the read.
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I love the interaction of the characters. I got a good sense of them in those 100 words.
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Thanks for the read and the kind words.
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Extra cheese is best!
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Yes! I feel guilty about the extra cheese, but I usually get it anyway?
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