Mom says, “Honey, before you go back upstairs, don’t forget to back-up your work. Oh, I think hear a back-up alarm. I hope that’s not an ambulance coming for Mr. Backus next door.”
Dad asks, “Has he been sick?”
“His wife told me his innards get backed up and he has trouble going.”
“That’s a crappy subject. All this talk about back-up reminds me I need to call and have the septic tank emptied.”
Son groans, “One more mention of back-up, my lunch might come back up.”
Mom grins. “I’ll back up if you need to get past me.”
In response to Charli Mills February 28, 2019, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the term backup. You can back up or have a backup, just go where the prompt leads!