Preparations (Friday Fictioneers)

emmylgant

Image by Emmy L Gant at http://unbuttonedorundone.com

‘Paint this wall green. And put those wall stickers like vines growing down from the ceiling. And we’ll need one of those bins that turn dirty nappies into sealed sausages. And it all has to be done THIS weekend.’

‘Can’t I do it when my leave starts?’

‘I’ll be 39 weeks then. The baby could come any day now!’

Midnight Sunday, he’d finished the nursery.

At 39 weeks they had nothing to do.

At 42 weeks he dared to say, ‘I wish I had something to do’.

She threw a slipper at his head. And that’s when the contractions started.

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle each week where writers from around the world post 100 word stories based on a common photo prompt. For more information, and to read other stories, visit Rochelle’s page here.

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24 responses to “Preparations (Friday Fictioneers)

  1. Ha.. could you say he was saved by the bell… but I guess soon there will be things to do.

  2. margaret jackson

    Great story Jessie and sooo true to life.

  3. “I wish I had something to do” — ha ha, famous last words for a parent-to-be!

  4. You had me in contractions of joy with your take on this prompt.

  5. ha ha. His wish will be granted soon. Nice one.

  6. I like where you went with this one, Jessie. Nice work.

    Cheers!
    MG

  7. Dear Jessie,

    He’s about to have plenty to do. Well constructed story that left me laughing.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  8. I see where you’re coming from with this. 🙂 I’ve got to say though my mind keeps reverting to the ‘dirty nappies-sealed sausages’ in a way that makes me think I need to go and wash it. Good one, Jessie.

  9. Nicely written with a ring of truth about it.
    Fun.

  10. A fun take on the photo prompt. Can’t wait to see what he’s doing on week 43!!

  11. Adam Ickes

    And now he’ll spend years looking forward to a time when he doesn’t have something to do… or just a nap. A nap would be lovely.

  12. Hahahahaha! Might have to do a rethink on the ordering of new offspring, too. Good one, Jessie!

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