“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.
Bad Children. I wonder why this post is missing from my reader?
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Some blogger’s posts have stopped appearing in my reader. I don’t know why.
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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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Do they really need a few dollars that badly?
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Who knows? But I think most people would have donated them to Goodwill or the Salvation Army.
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A practical solution!
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A woman who agrees with practicality on the personal? lol
Mine: https://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2017/12/22/tend-to-your-knittin/
Scott
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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 🙂
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Is it really worth the work… ungrateful brats.
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Hmmm… I should think they could benefit from being more generous…
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One would think!
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My kids could probably make money too if I’d turn all my yarn into caps or mitten or afghans 🙂
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