#WDYS — Mrs. Harvey

Bob stopped dead in his tracks and his wife, Elaine, who was walking just a step behind him bounced off of Bob’s back. “What the hell, Bob?” she asked.

“That’s Mrs. Harvey. She was the vice principal at my high school,” Bob said. “And at our graduation, she got up and said that her most important bit of advice she wanted to give us was to always listen to our inner child.”

“You mean the woman in the poster on that wall was your high school’s vice principal?” Elaine asked. “You went to high school in Phoenix. We’re in Virginia. Are you positive that’s her?”

“Oh I’m sure,” Bob said. “I spent enough time sitting across the desk from her due to all of the times I was sent to the vice principal’s office.”

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Image credit: Tim Hüfner @ Unsplash

Thursday Inspiration — Blueberry Pancakes

“That was a great breakfast, Hon,” Dave said. “I can’t remember the last time you made us pancakes, much less blueberry pancakes.”

“I know those are your favorites and I thought you might enjoy a treat on Christmas Eve morning,” Liz said, a big smile on her face. She stood up and grabbed the breakfast plates from the table and headed toward the kitchen sink. Suddenly Liz shrieked and the two plates hit the floor and shattered.

Dave jumped to his feet and ran over to Liz. “Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked.

Still shaking, Liz said, “We have a mouse living in our house, Dave. I just saw it scurry across our kitchen floor and squeeze behind the refrigerator. You need to get it out of my house.”

Dave groaned as he positioned himself in front of the refrigerator. He put a hand on each side and began to maneuver it from side to side to pull it out from the nook it was in. After a few minutes of effort, Dave had the refrigerator far enough from the wall to look behind it.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Liz, come look at this!”

Liz peeked behind the refrigerator and saw a nest of newborn mice, gray, hairless, and with their eyes not yet open. The mouse that had scurried across the kitchen floor was standing in front of her babies, ready to protect her brood. “Aw, Dave,” she said, her eyes tearing up. “They’re so cute. I can’t let you kill them.”

“So what do you want me to do?” Dave asked. “Should I call an exterminator?”

“Oh God no, Dave,” Liz said. “This is the miracle of life. We should rejoice for the mother mouse and her babies, not destroy them. I want you to go to the pet store and find an aquarium or some other suitable habitat for this little family of mice.”

“Are you serious, Liz?” Dave asked. “You want to keep these mice as pets? These aren’t little baubles to hang on the tree. They’re living creatures.”

“I know , Dave, and yes I do want to keep them as pets,” Liz said. “After all, it is Christmas tomorrow. What would Jesus do?”

“But….” Dave was interrupted when he heard Liz calling him. “Wake up sleepyhead,” she said. “I made you blueberry pancakes for breakfast. They’re your favorites.”

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where the theme is “breakfast.” And for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (great), Ragtag Daily Prompt (mouse), The Daily Spur (living), MMA Storytime (miracle), Word of the Day Challenge (rejoice), and Your Daily Word Prompt (bauble).

FOWC with Fandango — Great

FOWCWelcome to December 24, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “great.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.