Warren leaned on his cane as he brought his teen-aged daughter to the spot. “It was the best day of my life.” He smiled wistfully.
“What happened?” said Evette.
Warren pointed to the street drain. “I dropped my paycheck down that. I needed it to pay rent or get kicked out. So, I’m digging into the drain when a city bus hits me.”
“In the hospital, I see the nurse for the first time. She trips and falls on my broken leg.”
“Oh! You must have hated her.”
Warren grinned. “Nope. A year later she gave birth to you!”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look to see the many other stories written for this week’s prompt at the blue link: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/11/18/20-november-2015/
Okay, just like last week, I wrote one story and wasn’t sure about it. So I wrote another. I went to a literary expert…and my wife said she liked both. I don’t always write two like this. It just seems to happen lately. Rochelle, let me know if you’d prefer I don’t post two. Okay, here’s my other effort.
Beat cop, Harry Moynihan, watched the man in weird clothes drop a sugar cube thingee down the street drain. “What was that?” said Harry.
“Not to worry,” smiled Karavindu. “I’m making a new spaceship.”
“Alien, right?” sighed Harry.
Harry spoke to the mic on his shoulder. “Dispatch? Send the psych guys.”
“No, really,” insisted Karavindu. “It’s nanotech called Transvillicoccus. It works in the water supply.”
To the mic: “Send the CDC!”
The street bulged and broke. A five-hundred foot spaceship suddenly broke through.
“Whaddya want now?” quipped the police dispatcher. “The Army?”
“Don’t be ridiculous…send the Air Force!”