It’s time for another Micro-Fiction Monday. Because today’s story is a little longer than normal, I’ll be dividing it in two. You can find Part Two here tomorrow. Now don’t be afraid… This is only fiction…
By: Rachel A. Carrera
The morning sun shone brilliantly, and the azure sky was clear. Three boys eagerly crouched around the sewage drain cover as two large, fat frogs climbed over each other. “Come on! Go!” the boys shouted. “Get moving!” When one of the frogs jumped off of the circular metal onto the road, the boys stood.
“That’s it. Marcus’ toad won,” Clark said.
Marcus picked up his frog. “Alriiight! You owe me a quarter, Jett.”
Jett huffed and dug in his pocket. He tossed a coin to Marcus and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll get you back next week.” He grabbed his frog and stroked its back.
The boys turned their heads when the back screen door opened and Mom yelled, “Jett, it’s time to come in.”
“I’ll be right there.” Jett thrust his frog to Clark. “Here. You can keep this and race Marcus while I’m gone this weekend.”
Clark furrowed his brow. “Where you going?”
“My dad’s taking us camping up at Cavern Falls.”
Marcus winced. “Cavern Falls. Man, that’s lame.”
Jett clicked his tongue. “No, it’s not. My dad and I have gone every year since I was six. We do a lot of fishing, and we explore the caves. It’s pretty fun.”
“Do you have to take Major?” Marcus asked.
Jett rolled his eyes. “You mean Major Pain in the Butt? Not if I have anything to say about it.”
Mom stuck her head out the door again. “Jett, now! And bring Major!”
“Okay.” Jett waved at his friends as he jogged toward the swing set in his side yard. “See ya.” When he got to the swing, he picked up a stone and threw it, hitting the knothole in the large oak tree. “Come on, Major Pain. Mom says you have to come in.”
Major jumped off his swing and poked out his lower lip. “Stop calling me that!” He picked up a stone and threw it toward the oak, but it fell a few yards short.
Jett smirked. “I’ll stop calling you that when you stop acting like it.” He threw another stone, hitting the tree trunk, then raced toward the house with Major at his heels.
Mom handed Dad a bag of sandwiches and opened the lid to the cooler, then grinned like a Cheshire cat. “So, are my three brave hunters ready to go on their Montgomery Men’s Family Outing?”
Major smiled and puffed up his chest. “I am. But why can’t you come, Mommy?”
Jett rolled his eyes. “Because then it wouldn’t be a men’s outing, stupid.”
“I’m not stupid.”
Dad sighed and narrowed his eyes as he emptied a bag of ice into the cooler. “Boys, cut it out.”
Jett pursed his lips and nudged his brother. “Why does Major have to come this time? He’s not old enough yet.”
Major frowned and swung at Jett. “Yes, I am. Dad said I could go when I turned six, and I’m six now.”
Jett smirked and held Major’s head at arm’s length. “Yeah, and I’m twelve. So, what?”
“Jett, cool it,” Dad said. “Perhaps you forgot that we only started this tradition to reward you for being such a good big brother when Major was a baby. If it weren’t for him being born, you wouldn’t even be going. Now, boys, go use the bathroom and kiss your mom. It’s time we hit the road.”
A few minutes later, Mom stood next to the trunk of the car and kissed Dad. “Have fun, guys.”
Dad wiggled the cooler into place then closed the trunk. He took his keys out of his pocket and opened the driver’s door. “We will. Don’t forget, I won’t have any phone reception after we pass Turtle Creek, so if you need me, you’d better call before two o’clock.”
“Okay. Don’t worry about me.” Mom leaned in the passenger’s window and kissed Jett’s cheek.
Jett grimaced and wiped his face. “Come on, Mom! I’m too old for that.”
She chuckled. “Okay. Well, be careful, and please be nice to your brother. He’s been looking forward to this.” She touched the black and blue plaid sleeve of Jett’s flannel shirt. “Don’t you think it’s time to retire this thing already? It’s getting too tight.”
“No way. It’s my lucky fishing shirt. I’m never gonna give it up.”
Major grinned. “This is my favorite shirt, Mommy. I like it ‘cause it’s red, and it has a shark. I bet I’ll catch the biggest fish of anybody with this shirt.”
Mom picked up Major and hugged him tightly to her bosom. “You’re getting to be such a big boy. You won’t be my baby much longer. You have fun and listen to Daddy.”
Dad started the car then tapped his watch. “They’ll be fine. Hon, we really need to go.”
Mom buckled Major in the back. “Alright, guys, have a good time. I’ll see you Sunday night.” She stood back and waved as the car pulled out of the driveway.
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Let’s talk: Did you ever pick on your younger siblings when you were kids? Did you ever make up annoying nicknames for them? Do you have a lucky article of clothing?
I’m picturing mom heading for a bubble bath with a glass of wine as soon as the car is out of sight. lol! 🙂
That’s definitely a mom’s dream, isn’t it? 😉
Can’t wait for part two. No phone reception, caverns, what could happen?
Aha! I knew you’d see it coming… 😉
Splendid stuff young Rachel. By the way the only lucky item of clothing I have are two odd socks I wear on match days when The Arsenal are playing at home!
And do those mismatched socks have mates? If not, they weren’t so lucky, were they? 😉
I have a massive collection of weird, coloured, patterned socks. Sometimes when one of a pair dies I match it up with an orphan sock from another pair!
Aww, you’re so sweet to take in the strays like that. 🙂
Having a twin, I really wouldn’t know about the older and younger but I can tell you, there were a lot of arguments. Now I see my kids and the whole sibling rivalry thing developing although it seems like my daughter (younger) sometimes just has it in for my son! Great story! It really captured a boyhood theme.
Thank you… In my house the daughter was older and had it in for the boy. 🙂
I shared a room with my closest sister my whole life. We fought constantly but loved each other just as much. We were like twins and a year apart. She was in her early 20s when she died and I miss her everyday.
Aww, Beth, I’m so sorry! That’s so sad! ❤ *HUG*
Looking forward to part 2. I feel something is going to happen that will bring the boys closer together–hopefully things will end well 🙂
Yikes… I’m sorry it didn’t got hat way for you. 🙂
No problem at all. I like the realism of the story. Sometimes there is no happy ending.
Yes I picked on my brother. I would stand on his feet and hit him in the forehead with the heel of my hand – made him fall. I called him Michael, Michael, motorcycle and he called me Diana, Diana, big, black, rotten banana. 😀
That’s so funny! ❤
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I picked on my younger sisters a little bit, Rachel, but nothing Major. I’m Hopping over to part two now. Good story.
This sounds like the type of reply my husband would write. 🙂
So he and I would get along great, Merril, which does not surprise me at all. Golfers. Love our young adult daughters. Clever and quick. You know …
Thank you! 🙂
I’m sure I did pick on my little sister, but nothing too bad. Sometimes the two of us bothered our older sister on purpose though.
Our family does tons of nicknames. 🙂
That’s always fun when you have someone to gang up on together. LOL! That’s just so wrong on so many levels, yet so true. 😉
Our younger daughter’s toasts to her sister listed some of things she (and older sister’s best friend who was at both of their weddings) did to her. 🙂
That’s so funny… I know it made for an awesome toast! 🙂
Great start, Rachel. I picked on my younger sister all the time! Told her the gypsies left her in the road and we were forced to adopt her! I am surprised she still talks to me… 😀
Oh, that’s hilarious! Too funny! 😀