Today I am adding a new story to the collection. Sorry to people who want to read more of The Third Earth as I have not finished the second chapter yet. Any way, this story was an interesting blob of creativity from my mind -meaning it probably didn't make any sense. Then my British Literature teacher gave us any assignment to make a children's short story. So I revised it so it would make sense. Any way, here you go...
Zoey stopped moving at a dog’s bark.
“Mom’s home!”
she whispered urgently. “Get out of there!”
“On it,” answered the voice of her twin brother, Mason,
carried across the crackly air waves of Zoey’s walkie-talkie.
She waited for Mason to appear, but he didn’t, “Mason!
Where are you?”
“Almost… Out…” Mason’s voice was strained like he was
trying to lift up their German Shepard, Copper, with only one arm.
“She’s almost—Hi mom!” Zoey exclaimed, trying to
maintain an image of cute innocence.
Mrs. Abell struggled to keep an overly excited Copper
on leash with one hand and balance a grocery bag with the other.
She managed to free her one hand by dumping her groceries
on the kitchen countertop. With one hand free now, Mrs. Abell released Copper
from his leash.
Mrs. Abell turned toward her daughter. She took one
look at Zoey’s innocent look and asked, “What did you do?”
“Nothing!” Zoey exclaimed, “Mom, I’m insulted that you
woul--.”
“Hi Mom!” Mason interrupted her as he hopped out of
the closet.
Their mother looked toward the closet, and then at her
children. Her eyebrow rose.
Zoey and Mason waited for it to come, they should have
known they couldn’t trick their mother, she could read them like a book. While
Mr. Abell would almost always fall for their tricks, Mrs. Abell seemed to have
this uncanny ability to separate their lies from their truths.
“Zoey, Mason?” Mrs. Abell’s voice was quiet, “Is there
something you two want to tell me?”
The twins’ heads drooped, whatever they had left of
their hopes died. She knew. It was game over. The only way out of this for them
was to show her what was inside the closet and admit to lying.
Neither of those sounded easy.
Mason glanced at his sister, “You tell her, you had
the idea.”
Zoey’s eyes narrowed, “You were the one who blew it! I
had everything under control until you popped out of the closet!”
Mrs. Abell interrupted their argument, “How about you
just show me?”
The twins grumbled each not willing to give up the
fight.
Finally, Zoey walked toward the closet door with huff
aimed at her twin.
“Here you go, mom.” Mason mumbled as his sister opened
the door, “This is what we have been working on.”
Mrs. Abell’s eyes grew to the sizes of a tennis ball.
Her gasp was audible from Copper’s position where he had lain on the floor
after losing interest in his family’s conversation.
“You, did all this for me?” Mrs. Abell asked, her hand
covering her mouth.
“Yes,” Zoey answered.
Her eyes viewed the colorful balloons that dotted the
ceiling of the large closet, the huge bouquet of flowers that was stuck in an
old paint can, and the large box of assorted chocolates.
Mrs. Abell’s eyes began to water.
Mason, misunderstanding his mother’s reaction, asked,
“You hate it. I told Zoey that the chocolates were a dumb addition.”
His mother laughed through her tears, “I just
love you guys so much.”
She knelt down and hugged her mischievous twins.
“I love you, too” Zoey replied, enjoying her mom’s
embrace.
Mason, on the other hand, was embarrassed by his
mother’s hug. Regardless, he muttered, “I love you too, Mom.”
Mrs. Abell smiled, “C’mon you too. I have more
groceries in the car, and if you help me out there is ice cream in it for you!”
The twins grinned at each other, and raced out the
closet door.
Their mother took one more look at the closet and
smiled.
Best Mother’s Day
ever.
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