The Amazing Story Challenge: Day 8
Date: March 10th,
2016
Numbers: 39, 12, 18
Prompt: “After four
failed marriages, a child genius joins the mafia.”
Medium: Short Story
Mafia House
By: Hayley Michelle Trachtenberg
Sally sat at the table, sipping her
coffee. She wasn’t a big fan of the drink, but she finished her cup
none-the-less. Getting up, she dusted off her apron and returned to handy work.
She was making a pie, or at least, that was what she was making when she
started. By now, it looked more like a burnt apple cookie. She was never one for
cooking anyway. Shrugging, she pulled the pan from the oven and set it upon the
counter.
On cue, her husband George entered.
Stripping himself of his coat, he placed it on the back of a chair. He smiled
at his wife as she set the crisply burnt treat in front of him. Before she
joined him, she poured him a glass of coffee.
“Where did you get this, Sally?” He
asked as he gulped down his beverage.
“I found it in one of the cabinets.
You like it?”
“It’s very…strong. Can I have some
more?” He said, as wiped the coffee residue off on his button down sleeve. She
smiled and topped off his mug, finally taking a seat.
“How was work?” She asked.
“Fine. Thanks for asking” He said as
he dove his fork into the pie.
“…Aren’t you going to ask me about
my work day?” Sally asked as she picked up her own fork.
“You don’t work. You stay home and
take care of the kids.” George stated, between bites of pie.
“I work for an information corporation
that specializes in technological advances for our society.” Sally said as she
popped a slice of pie into her mouth. George gave her a funny look, other than
the one that was his natural face. She shrugged, pushing the pie tin away, as
she answered him dryly: “Computers, George. I work with computers.”
“Oh.” He said unimpressed.
“Well it’s better than what you do.
Mr. I-work-at-the-firehouse.”
“I do what’s important, Sally. I
save people from fires.”
“Ya, but how often do fires start?”
“There’s a fire going on right now!”
George raged, as he stood from the table.
“Then why aren’t you there George?”
Sally said with restraint, trying not to escalate her tone of voice.
“I am there. I just teleported.” He
said, folding his arms.
“Hey! You can’t do that. You gotta
take the car.” Sally said, starting to get agitated.
“Can’t hear you. Stopping a fire.” He
said, grabbing the large house next to him and dousing the flames in front of
him.
“George! Listen to your wife! You
can’t teleport!” Sally said, jumping in front of his hose.
“Get out of the way, Sally! You’re
getting wet!”
“No I’m not. Because you are still
in the kitchen fighting with your wife!”
“No, I’m fighting a fire!”
“No, You’re fighting your wife!”
“NO, IM FIGHTING FIRE!”
Sally threw her hands up in a
furious frustration. “Fine! Burn for all I care! I don’t want to play house
anymore anyway!” She stormed out of the yard, leaving him with a garden hose in
his hand. She was done playing with George for now, anyway. This was her fourth
failed playdate this week… She didn’t even care that it was her yard she was leaving;
she didn’t want to see him anymore anyway….
She walked across her lawn to Mary’s
house. Knocking, she was met with Mary’s mother.
“Hi, Mrs. Narwin, is Mary home?”
“Yes she is, would you like me to
get her?” Sally nodded and waited for Mary by the garage door. The two hung out
so often that they had a designated hang-out spot. When Mary finally emerged
from her house, she gave her a quick smile.
“I thought you were hanging out with
George today?” Mary questioned.
“I was. But he doesn’t respect the
rules of playing house. Boys ruin everything.”
“Oh, well if you don’t want to play
house, what do you want to play?” Mary asked. Sally looked across her backyard
to where George was still playing with her garden hose, putting out imaginary
fires with his imaginary friends.
“How about… mafia.” Sally said
sinisterly, as she walked towards him with a look that could burn.
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