Friday Fictioneers — The Hoarder

img_0290“We knew she was a hoarder,” Andrew said.

“I know,” admitted Andrew’s sister, Andrea. “But what’s with all these knit caps? Did you know she collected them?”

“Not a clue,” said Andrew. “And why so many nearly identical ones?”

“Mom lost it after Dad died,” Andrea said. “Cognitively speaking.”

“There are a couple of hundred here,” Andrew estimated.

“We should donate them to Goodwill.”

“No!” protested Andrew. “We should sell them at the holiday ice skating rink downtown. We could probably get around fifteen bucks each.”

“Okay, fine,” said Andrea. “It’s probably the only inheritance we’ll get from Mom, anyway.”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Björn Rudberg.

12 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — The Hoarder

  1. Sight11 December 22, 2017 / 8:48 am

    Bad Children. I wonder why this post is missing from my reader?

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango December 22, 2017 / 9:03 am

      Some blogger’s posts have stopped appearing in my reader. I don’t know why.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Sight11 December 22, 2017 / 9:08 am

        It’s a good thing that I make sure to visit the blogs individually, rather than relying on relying on Reader.

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    • Fandango December 22, 2017 / 11:01 am

      Who knows? But I think most people would have donated them to Goodwill or the Salvation Army.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. anuragbakhshi December 22, 2017 / 9:46 pm

    My God, that was cold. But I guess since we don’t know the other side of the story, we shall have to reserve judgment on the kids’ actions 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Dale December 23, 2017 / 8:39 pm

    Hmmm… I should think they could benefit from being more generous…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. granonine December 25, 2017 / 4:28 pm

    My kids could probably make money too if I’d turn all my yarn into caps or mitten or afghans 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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