“If you don’t put that mobile phone down,” Bobby’s mother said to her 17-year-old son, “I’m going to throw it away. You’re spending far too much time online doing who knows what.”
“Oh yeah, bitch, “Bobby yelled angrily at his mother. “Well you’re gonna have to pry it from my cold, dead hands if you want to take it away from me.”
“Don’t you dare talk with me that way,” she said, and in one swift move she grabbed the cellphone from Bobby’s hand and tossed it into the waste basket.
“Hey, what the fuck?” Bobby yelled as he ran toward the waste basket.
But before he could get there, Bobby’s father, who had heard the whole argument, reached into the waste basket, pulled the phone out, held it up, and said, “Is this what you’re looking for. I know just what to do with this, hearing the words that came out of your mouth. This pattern of behavior has to stop now. Bobby’s father headed out to the backyard and tossed the cellphone onto the hot charcoals of the barbecue that he was getting ready to grill steaks on.Neither Bobby nor his father were expecting the big explosion after the cellphone caught fire. Fortunately, his mother was quick to bring out a fire extinguisher from the kitchen to quell the fire, but by then Bobby’s cell phone was burned to a crisp.
Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (mobile and basket), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (online), Your Daily Word Prompt (pry), Word of the Day Challenge (pattern), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (charcoal).
Welcome to December 5, 2019 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 “barbecue.”
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. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.
The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might 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.
My blogging buddy, Jim Adams, wrote in his Song Lyric Sunday prompt post last night that, “Nothing says Father’s Day like a backyard barbecue, family, beer and some good eating. All dads love to grill, so get some hearty cuts of meat or maybe lobster tails.”
Well, Jim is 100% correct. And since I’m a father and today is Father’s Day — at least in the U.S. — my grown kids are coming over to pay homage to their old man. And as a dad who loves to grill, I’m going to be spending a good number of hours grilling at least four full racks of baby back ribs and half a dozen ears of corn out on the backyard Weber grill.
I really want to be present for and with my wife and kids today, so I’m taking the day off from my blog. No more posts (probably) after this one. And I most likely won’t have time to read all of your wonderful posts. At least not during the day today.
But I shall return tomorrow. In the meantime, I hope all you dads out there have a great Father’s Day today, even if that’s not a holiday in your part of the world. Give your kids — and your spouse or significant other — big hugs.
Simon looked out of the kitchen window. “It’s another beautiful spring day,” he thought. The month was on track to be the best April the region had had in many years.
Simon texted his good buddy, Sam. “It’s beautiful outside. How about meeting up at the park? I’ll bring my portable grill and we’ll barbecue some burgers and dogs.”
“Sounds good,” Sam texted back. “I’ll pick up a six-pack and meet you at our usual spot in an hour.”
Once they met at the park, Simon set up his portable grill and evenly spread the charcoal briquettes inside. Then, with his characteristic flourish, he poured the charcoal lighter fluid all over the briquettes.
Simon reached into his pants pocket for his matchbook. It wasn’t there. Then he searched another pocket. Nothing. He realized that he forgot to bring matches and he knew that Sam was a non-smoker.
Taking on an uncharacteristically humble tone, Simon looked over at Sam and asked, “You don’t happen to have any matches on you, do you?”
With a grand gesture, Sam whipped out a book of matches from his jacket pocket. “I was a Boy Scout, remember?” he said with a broad smile on his face. “Be prepared.”
Written for Teresa’s Opposites Attract challenge, where the opposites are “grand” and “humble.” Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (track), Ragtag Daily Prompt (April), Word of the Day Challenge (portable), and Your Daily Word Prompt (characteristic).