Writing Prompt Exercise-august

“Why are you back here? I told you!” said the short, balding Indian man of the shop-E-mart. “Your kids are a nuisance! Look what they did to my potatoes.” He pointed to the magic markered covered studs on the floor. “Now no one will buy them. And this is all I have for the rest of the month.” “I’m so sorry.” Sally finally got a couple of words in. But before she could continue, Indian man cut her off. “Sorry! Sorry doesn’t cut it. I told you never to come back, but you did. Now I’m going to have to get rid of you for good. Time for my essence-kitschu-mitschu! Ninja kids, were are you?” Sally looked from behind where she was standing. There stood a couple young adults armed with weapons of food: eggs, chocolate syrup and rotten fruits and veggies. “Arrrggghhh!” One of the ninja kids came at full force and smashed a tomato over Sally’s head. “Oh! How could you?” Sally said. Just then another came and squirted syrup all over her brand new coat. The Indian guy let out an evil laugh. “Oh, this is horrible!” Sally started to cry. She ran to the door. The ninja kids followed her. Eggs hit her ass as she pushed on the door. “Stop!” Sally ran down the street, all the way home. “And don’t come back with those blasted rugrats, you bitch!”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Sally pushed in the door to the house. She stood dripping in front of her amazed but shocked husband and her frightened six children. “What’s wrong with mommy?” they all looked at daddy dearest. “Nothing kids. Now go to your rooms.” Daddy dearest scooted them one by one into their bedrooms and closed the doors. He returned to his wife who was sitting soiled and dirty coat and all, on the couch. Daddy dearest sat next to her. “Sally, tell me. Who did this to you?” “That idiot Pinjabi and the ninja kids at the shop-E-mart.” She said in sobs. “What? But why honey, we shop there all the time.” Sally calmed down a little to let out sniffles. “He said he remembered my face from last time. Said the kids magic markered the potatoes and he never wanted me in the store, with or without them again.” Sally looked up at her husband with sad eyes. “Did we make a mistake in having them?” She asked daddy dearest. “No, hell no.” He said. They’re ours. We made them, and we’re both proud of them. Now what they did was wrong, but that gave Pinjabi and those ninja kids no right to do this to you.” “Now lets get you out of these clothes and give you a bath. Then we’ll discuss what we’re going to do over dinner.” So Sally, no calm and sniffling the last tears away, went upstairs with her husband and while he was drawing a bath for her she got out of those soggy clothes and put them in a plastic bag. Sally brought them to her husband. “I want to throw these away.” She said. “They’re reminding me of what happened.” “But I bought you that coat for your birthday.” Daddy dearest said. “I know, but I just can’t.” She dropped the bag and started to cry again. “Okay.” Daddy dearest gently took Sally by the hand and brought her into the bathtub. “Now doesn’t that feel good? You’ve even got a rubber duck for company.” He squeezed the duck. “But I want your company,” Sally’s sad eyes returned. “Oh baby, I’ve got to wash these clothes. They’re going to the Clothes Trader. Then I have to see about the kids.” “Okay.” For the first time, Sally managed to smile. “I love you, honey.” Sally held out her hand to daddy dearest. “I love you too, hun.” He closed the door and went downstairs. In the laundry room, daddy dearest took out the “ruined clothes”, by Sally’s standards. “Okay, one wash, one dry, and it’s off to the Clothes Trader.” He set the wash. “I’m really going to miss this coat on her. It was both of our favorite.” Upstairs, daddy dearest checked on the kids. Three of them were asleep. “Daddy, I want to go out and play,” the middle child whined. “Okay, go get dressed, you have an hour.” He went to the other bedroom. Two were playing a game. “Hey, why don’t you go outside and play with your brother until dinner’s ready? Go.” So the kids dressed and went to the backyard. Daddy dearest went back upstairs to check on Sally. “Wow, you look better than when I last saw you, and that was fifteen minutes ago!” Daddy dearest said. “I just scrubbed my face and polished my skin,” Sally said. What’s for dinner? “How ‘bout Mexican?” Daddy dearest said. “The kids like the burritos from Dos Mexicanos.” “Okay.” Sally got out of the tub and dried off. While she was putting clothes on daddy dearest made the arrangements. An hour later food was on the table. “Umm, yum yum, burritos.” One of the kids said. “Okay, everyone sit down.” Daddy dearest said. They were all seated and eating when one of the kids spoke up. “Mommy, are you okay?” The rest of the kids stared at her. Daddy dearest pipped in. “Mommy had a little accident. People where mean to her today. What did I tell you guys about mean people?” One kid stuck down his thumb. Another stuck out his tongue. One said “no, no!” “Okay, so we’ve got to fix this. You know the store we always go to? Well, they don’t want us back. What should we do?” “Blow up the store!” One kid yelled. “Yeah, blow up,” another kid repeated. “Good idea, but we can’t do that,” both Sally and daddy dearest both chuckled. “How about this?” How about we make a complaint?” Daddy dearest said. “We can punish the people who were mean to mommy.” Yeah.” “Okay.” The kids agreed. “But honey the clothes are in the wash. Won’t they want to see the clothes?” “You’ll see. Just let me handle this sweatheart. I’ll work some magic for you.” So they next day daddy dearest filed two complaints and in two weeks the store was closed. “Wow, what did you do?” Sally said one day as the family drove past the gated store. “Oh, they were working on closing this store for a while, and when I showed up it was all they needed to shut Pinjabi out of business for good.” “Oh honey, you’re terrific.” Sally reached over and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, daddy!” The kids all blew kisses. “So what does this tell us kids?” “Don’t mess with daddy. Don’t mess with daddy! Yaaaaay!” “Right,” daddy dearest laughed, “but it teaches us one very important thing. “What goes around, comes around.” “Yay, what goes around comes around.” The kids said in unison.