Sometimes Avocados Go Bad
Today’s prompt: Sometimes Avocados Go Bad. Word count: only 198 in about 8 minutes.
Irritating Robert
“Aw, man!”
Robert’s cry came from the kitchen. I sat in the rocking chair, sewing a button back onto my shirt.
“What?”
“The avocados are bad,” came the reply.
“Must be the pits.”
A few seconds of silence before: “Don’t start.”
I grinned. “Start what?”
Robert appeared in the space between the living room and kitchen. He was holding a bowl of avocados. “The bad jokes.”
“Are you saying I shouldn’t pun-ish you?”
I could see Robert’s jaw clench. It didn’t unclench as he said, “Seriously. I’m not in the mood for your nonsense.”
“Bummer,” I said, not meaning it at all. “I guess this means were not having guacamole.” I pronounced it gwak-a-mole. Long o in that last syllable.
“I’m warning you.”
“How about the quesadillas?” Pronounced kway-sah-dill-uhz. “You still going to fix those? Also, I could really go for a margarita.” I rolled the R.
The hand not holding the bowl of avocados joined Robert’s jaw in the clenching. I grinned some more, especially after I saw the vein in his forehead start to pulse. It’s really his own fault. If he weren’t so easy to irritate, I’d lose interest and move on to other activities.
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