“Didn’t I tell you to keep that dog out of the creek?”
“I did Mama.”
“Then why are you both soaked?”
“Well, he rolled in the mud.”
“And?”
“I knew you would get mad, so I washed him and he shook all over me. It kinda felt good.”
“Wash him how?”
“I scooped water from the horse trough with my boots.”
“And where are they?”
“I put ’em upside down on the fence posts to dry.”
She stifled a smile. “Do you think that’s the way boots should be treated?”
“No ma’am, but they’s only rubber, not real ones.”
In repsonse to Charli’s prompt where she asks:
January 18, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes boots. Whose boots are they, where do they go and what is their significance? Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by January 23, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published January 24). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
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01/23/2018 at 23:10
Ha ha, Susan, from the mother’s perspective, be careful what you wish for.
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01/24/2018 at 22:03
Not real boots! I recall thinking that same way about boots as a kid.
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01/25/2018 at 07:46
Great dialogue! And kids have all the answers, don’t they?
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01/25/2018 at 09:35
As they say, “Out of the mouths of babes.”
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01/25/2018 at 13:11
Yep. Children’s logic checks out. 🙂
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01/25/2018 at 15:15
A very cute piece.
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01/25/2018 at 21:18
That’s funny… not real boots. Loved it! ❤
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