Kim’s Lesson

(c) Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsKim wipes the sweat off her face. She’ll have to do it again in a second. The sun’s as relentless as her dad, but it’s the latter’s relentlessness that’s keeping her outside.

Kim’s mum arrives with a glass of homemade lemonade. Ice cubes tinkle. Sweetest sound Kim’s ever heard.

‘Dad said no drinks until I’ve finished with the balustrade.’

‘I know. You’ll end up dehydrated. Here.’

Kim gulps down the lemonade, then presses the glass to her temples.

‘I’m roasting,’ she whimpers.

‘Ideal varnishing conditions,’ her mum says. ‘Remember it for next time.’

‘Next time? Like I’ll throw another party.’


This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. It’s based on the photo by Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsGo here if you want to read more stories inspired by the prompt.

22 thoughts on “Kim’s Lesson

  1. Aah the days of parties and not getting caught. Whew that was long ago. I was lucky enough not to have any problems. That doesn’t happen often. Nice picture too. Enjoy your stories

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  2. Dear Sonya,
    I was raised on a farm. The first time my Dad noticed I had a hangover, he made me replace a couple of wooden fence post. This was done by making a hole with a steel bar and pounding the post in with a 16 lb. hammer. With every lick of the hammer it felt as if the top of my head would come off. He never said a word about my drinking, but I knew there were always more posts that needed replacing.

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