Grandma sat at the dining table, a shot gun on her lap and
her false teeth in the water glass at her elbow. It was a regular Sunday dinner
. . . with the exception of the blind date.
Brooke’s eyes were wide as she looked at her grandma across
the table. “What do you mean you invited Betty’s son to dinner?”
“He’s just back from the war,” she explained.
“But you knew Charles was joining us.” Brooke rubbed at her
throbbing temple. Why did Grandma have to choose now to be herself?
“Is that the bell?” Grandma asked innocently.
Great, just great! Brooke opened the door to both of the men
who stood there. One held flowers. The other held a bottle of sparkling water. “Please,
won’t you come in?” She stepped aside. “Charles this is Betty’s son—”
“Jack and I have met,” Charles stated crisply, handing her
the bottle as he headed down the hall.
“Seems I’ve come at a bad time.” Jack remained on the stoop,
the flowers still in hand.
“Not at all.” Brooke smiled awkwardly, trying not to notice
the twinkle in his light brown eyes. “We would love it if you’d join us.”
Brook couldn’t help but notice how the brilliant smile he
gifted her with lit up his whole face.
“For you.” He handed her the bouquet and entered.
Feeling suddenly out of sorts, she led him to the dining
room. “I’ll just go get a vase for these,” she said before she left for the
Grandma eyed the gifts that Brooke had placed on the table. Leaning
forward, she grabbed the fake flowers in the arrangement in the center of the
table and tossed them over her shoulder, replacing them with the fresh ones. “There
. . . I just love it when gifts go together.”
Charles gasped as he watched her open the bottle of water
and pour it over them.
“Do I smell Brussels-sprouts?” Jack asked conversationally
when the room became too quiet.
“They give me gas,” Grandma stated flatly.
“How delightful,” Charles sighed in distaste.
Jack chuckled, “I’ll just have to brave it.”
“That’s my boy!” Grandma smiled. “Don’t let a bit of hot
air,” she glanced back at Charles, “stand in your way.”
Brooke returned with a vase in hand, noting the new
arrangement. “Grandma, are you behaving yourself?”
“You know my second husband,” Grandma said, making not so
idle conversation, leaning forward, and spearing a slice
of roast, “thought himself a scholar. Most boring man I’ve ever met.” The
shotgun on her lap suddenly exploded, blasting a hole in the wall. Startled,
she knocked over her water, which splashed over the other side of the table. .
. . Her teeth slid off the edge with the tide.
Charles stood with a yelp, brushing the false teeth off his
lap in horror.
“Whoops!” Grandma hollered. “Just patched that up, too, darn-it!”
“Well!” Charles glared across the table, his trousers
“I’m terribly sorry,” Brooke started.
“Don’t bother!” he interjected, tossing his napkin to the
table. He stomped down the hall, slamming the door in his wake.
Grandma glanced over at the other two. “Pass those potatoes,
Jack grinned over at Brooke before they both dissolved into
“Well now, you have to admire a man with a sense of humor. My
last husband and I laughed together for nearly forty years.” Grandma smiled wistfully.
“So how many children are you going to have?”
“At least a dozen.” Jack winked at Brooke with a wide grin.
This was written for a 600 word or less competition.
“What’s this?” Rock
eyed the rust bucket with distaste.
“A sidecar,” Damien
stated the obvious.
“What is it about getaway car that you didn’t understand?”
Damien revved the
motorcycle’s engine, grinning wider as the sound echoed through the back-alley
Rock looked over
his shoulder, swearing under his breath as the men standing on the corner
glanced over with interest.
“You comin'?” Damien
tossed him the small pith helmet. “Diamond’s not going to steal itself.”
“Sometimes I wonder
if you’re really a boy genius.” Rock cast him a dubious glance as he fastened
the chin strap and climbed into the cramped sidecar. The body of it dropped
against the tires as his weight settled against the frame.
“Who you callin’ a
boy, ol’ man?”
“Don’t push it,”
Rock warned as Damien pulled back on the throttle. The old relic lurched
forward, the back tire groaning in protest. “Couldn’t you have at least found a
was lost to the engine’s roar.
“How much longer
will this take?” Rock checked his watch as Damien attached wires to the leads
in the control box and clicked a few keys.
“Quicker than it
takes your Viagra to kick in.” Damien snapped his laptop shut. The dim blue
light went out leaving them in darkness. “See?”
They both switched
on the infra-red night vision goggles they wore.
“Now I do.” Using
hand signals Rock motioned for silence. They easily maneuvered past the glowing
lines that crisscrossed the house. Using skills he’d honed in the Special
Forces along with some he’d learned elsewhere, they arrived at the study. . . .
Boy genius handled the safe.
A moment later,
Rock held the huge diamond up, weighing it in his hand. In that instant the
lights clicked on, illuminating the room as two men and a woman came out of the
older woman smiled before turning to the man who stood next to her. “As
you’ve seen from the hidden cameras we’ve installed, there are a few glitches
in your security system, Senator. With the improvements we’ve recommended,
there shouldn’t be any problem with insuring your diamond with Anderson’s firm.
She glanced to the other gentlemen who nodded.
“Impressive to say
the least, Mrs. Karakas.” Mr. Anderson stepped forward to take the diamond Rock
“My boys are the
best!” She beamed.
“I can’t thank you
enough,” the senator said with relief. “I can sleep better tonight knowing the
problems I’ve been having are over.
“Sure thing.” Rock
smiled, he was more than aware of the problems. He’d planned them. “Now that
your assets are safe, we’ll take our leave.”
“You boys get it?” their
mom asked a moment later when she
joined them on the curb outside.
“Of course.” Rock
handed her the small chip that they’d come for.
“What do you take us for, amateurs?” Damien laughed.
“When the senator sells those government secrets tonight, a new version of Zombie Destroyers will reign supreme.”
confusion, Rock spoke up, “After they insert the altered version of the stolen intel,
the new virus boy genius here has developed
will take over their hard drives, making them wish they were dead.”
“Now that I’d like
to see.” Their mom chuckled. “Well
“Anyone up for a
hamburger?” Damien suggested just as a red Jaguar rounded the corner, stopping in front of them. “Natasha,” he whispered in awe.
Wearing a smug
grin, Rock looked over at the younger man. “I’ll have to take a rain check. As
you can see, my ride’s here, and the night is still young.”
This was written for a 600 word or less competition and I challenged myself to see how many twists I could create in that short span. . . . I only managed two. Maybe next time. :O)