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#FridayFlash : "Mommy Dearest"

"Look out, Amelia!" screamed Eliza. A large dinner plate hurdled from the dining room into the kitchen, heading straight for her sister's head, but she ducked just in time thanks to the warning. The plate exploded into what looked like millions of pieces against the wall.

Amelia sighed heavily. "What did I do this time?"

"Who knows?" Eliza said. She grabbed the broom from the utility closet and proceeded to sweep up the debris.

Facing the dining room, Amelia squared her shoulders and yelled, "What, Mom? Tell me! What did I do?"

"You know she won't answer you," said Eliza. "She never does."

"Irritable old bat," said Amelia, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Shh!" Eliza scolded. "She'll hear you! And she may not miss next time."

"Yeah, whatever."

After all the pieces had been picked up, Eliza joined her sister at the table.

"It's getting worse," Amelia said, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. A small scar interrupted the growth of hair on her right eyebrow. That time their mother had not missed.

"I know," Eliza sighed, "but I just don't know what to do. I mean, what can we do?"

"You know what we have to do." Amelia looked her sister directly in the eyes, but Eliza couldn't hold the stare.

"No," she said, standing. "That is not an option."

"We don't have any other choice."

"She's our mother, Amelia! We can't just kick her out of her own house! It's her house, too!"

"Not anymore, it isn't. The deed was put under my name when Dad died, which I'm still convinced was her doing."

"Stop it, ok? Just stop it!" Eliza threw her hands in the air. "Look, you're going to do what you're going to do, but I want no part in it. I'll be at Jared's. Call me when it's over." She walked out of the kitchen.

When Amelia heard her sister's beige '95 Buick Century pull out of the driveway, she picked up her cellphone and dialed.

"Hello, Father Mitchell. It's Amelia Burke," she said when the priest answered. "Oh, everything's alright here. I was just calling to see if you had any free time today to perform that exorcism we talked about."

The End

Comments

mazzz_in_Leeds said…
lol, is there NO escape from one's mother's nagging?! THE HORROR!!!

The flying plate tipped me off to ghost-ish activity, I must say - amusing tale though!
Chance said…
great ! made us laugh out loud, didn;t see that coming at all !
Ooh...exorcism. Sounds like this tale needs a sequel.
Laurita said…
Quick reflexes are a must in that house. I agree, a sequal would be super!
~Tim said…
Gee, does Eliza need to get hit in the face with a plate too? Maybe in the sequel....
Laura Eno said…
Flying plates! Must get expensive. ;) Glad to see you posted!
Stef Howerton said…
Aww, guys! :) I'm so glad that you liked it! I'm actually thinking of doing a sequel come next week, so it's so encouraging to see that you guys think it would be a good idea.

Thank you all so much for your nice comments. :)
Mark Kerstetter said…
I'm glad it was just the usual devil possession stuff. Something like dementia would be depressing.
Who you gonna call? LOL Amusing story! It is a story right? Mother's can't really throw plates at you after they're gone, right?! :-)
Linda said…
Did Mom's head do a 360? A great big snort at the end... fabu twist. Peace, Linda

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