No Camp For You

by THX 0477

“Ah, Sigmund,” mused Charlie as he jostled the bobblehead, “What would you do about mother?”
“Dr. Freud can’t help you now, loser,” teased his brother Kale. The two lay on their respective beds, each one fully dressed on top of the covers. The morning sun hid behind a thick blanket of clouds presently pouring rain down on the county. The sky was so full of water, Charlie figured his fish could live as well outside as it did in its bowl.
“I don’t see why she’s so mad. I mean, we’re going camping. When else would I use a pocketknife?”
“Dude, that wasn’t a pocketknife! You had a friggin’ switchblade.”
“Technically, it’s a folding knife”, and not a switchblade,” Charlie corrected.
“I don’t think mom gets the distinction, doofus.”
Charlie sighed and bounced the racquet ball on the wall past his feet, “Not like it would have been a fun trip anyway, on account of the rain.”
“Yeah,” Kale agreed, “We’d probably wind up stuck in the cabin, singing songs, and dad would wind up in the coconut bra again.”

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  1. No Camp For You

    SKermitgorf's Buddy Icon SKermitgorf

    Posted 11 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    odd things you saw while typing lol, but awesome ficlet!

  2. No Camp For You

    Mistress Elsha Hawk's Buddy Icon Mistress Elsha Hawk

    Posted 11 months ago

    Hmm, Freud, coconuts, fish, knife….
    Sounds like a beach vacation, fishing for dinner and love, wink wink, nudge nudge.

    Good story, sounds like uptight mom and repressed dad need to talk to Freud. :)

  3. No Camp For You

    SupRspi's Buddy Icon SupRspi

    Posted 11 months ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    Good job, and interesting objects.

    The scene comes alive for me, but for the difference in parents that could have been my brother and I growing up.

    My parents were awesomely cool though. ;)

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    someday_93's Buddy Icon someday_93

    Posted 11 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Very interesting things you are seeing…

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