Ficlets

Speakin of boys an they mommas…

This one time there’s this feller by the name o’ Percy Staunt. You prolly member his diddy that died, Randy Staunt. Anyways, Percy’s momma got kicked square betwixt the eyeballs by a jackass and got herself kilt. Percy done got eat up with tha sorrow and cried and moaned for days and months.

Well Davey Riddlespur’s cousin, Margie, told me she thank that kep his momma from passin on to tha Promise Land. Well shore nuff somethin was goin on cause ever night at midnight Percy’d hear the pots and pans a’ rattlin in tha kitchen. Taint no way it coulda been a pet nor person. Percy lived by hisself after his momma died, and he ain’t had a dog since that doberman bit off his pinky fanger. Percy swore he’d smell his momma’s cookin all night long.

Well one night he had nuff of tha noise keepin him up so he hollered, “I ain’t hungry momma, so stop cookin!”

Ever since he ain’t heard a peep in that kitchen. He say that sometime he smell the cookin, though. He wouldn’t lie.