Friday Flash Fiction

Lauren Moscato

Picture courtesy of Lauren Moscato

There was a house on the way to my grandma’s that had a door like this. As a kid, I found it funny. Why put a door on the second floor with no way to get there? We used to make up stories about it as we passed. This was one of my favorites.

Word count: 101


– George, time to put the stairs back in place, you old coot.
– Nope. Damn kids’ll sneak out again. You know what they’re like. Sinners! Gadabouts! Trouble makers.
– Hon, the “kids” are over 21. Put the stairs back.
– Hazel, they made a fool of me one too many times. They want to live under my roof, they use the front door like the rest of us.

Hazel knew without some partyin’, her kids would never marry and move out. She’d always be stuck between.

Dragging the ladder under the door at dusk, Hazel sighed. Better than one of ‘em breakin’ a leg.

© Erin Leary

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12 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction

  1. Dear Erin,

    You’d think she’d learn carpentry. Anything to get the kids out of the house. Very well written. I found myself thinking about being in that situation and came to the conclusion that I’d either move out myself or grab some boards and a hammer.



  2. Funny story, Erin. I’m afraid George is living in the past. Either that or he doesn’t want to lose control of his kids. He’ll never get grandchildren that way. At least Hazel has good sense. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne

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