Friday Flash Fiction

Jennifer Pendergast

Jennifer Pendergast

I grew up hearing my dad’s colorful expressions. I realized as I got older that he’d modified them to make them kid friendly. He tried to spare our tender ears – at least, until he didn’t.

Word count: 101

Up a Creek

“You’re gonna be up Shit Creek without a paddle, my friend.” Dad slammed the phone down and took a handful of seed, throwing it in the wind. “If that rat-bastard thinks he can sell me a bagful of crap and get away with it, why I…”

Looking up, he noticed me standing there, mouth agape. “Sorry, son. You know, I never have shown you where Schitt Creek is, have I? We’ll plan that trip real soon.”

And with a sheepish smile on his face, he turned on his heel, the lousy bag of seed on his shoulder, heading purposefully to town.

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© Erin Leary

30 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction

  1. Dear Erin,

    I remember repeating ‘shit’ when I was about six and getting smacked for it. I was so hurt…not just physically. Daddy was my hero…he said it so it must be wonderful. Live and learn.

    Love your story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. Ah … the things that parents say … I remember them saying the things children say to cover-up where the children learnt that colourful language … nice write and brought back some of my own memories! 😉

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