“I still just wish you two could have worked things out,” Torrey’s mother said to Allan. “Get out here, boys!” she yelled toward the house, where ka-pew, pew-pew-pew ricocheted from an X-Box and out the window. “Your father’s here to pick you up, let’s go!”
“Well, Eleanor, unfortunately your daughter is a lot more like a praying mantis than a lovebird.”
He instantly knew that, father of her grandchildren or not, Eleanor would make him pay for that one. “I’ll just wait in the car,” he said quietly, and tried not to openly slink back down the driveway.
Every week at Uncharted, Ivy hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction challenge and blog hop. This week’s cue was MATE. Fun sixes from other authors are at the link.
99 Monkeys 
damn!*
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* both a compliment on an effective Six and a lament (and fueling of ambition) at my own ability to create a little window to another world.
‘cellent story.
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Ouch! Good one.
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Insert 1 large foot!
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Yeah, she’s gonna bite his head off for that comment.
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The wounds are still in the process of healing, and unfortunately are reverberating throughout the family.
Good SSS.
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