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A Rage in Target… Flash Fiction Tuesday


A special thanks goes out to the ChUC follower who suggested the story idea this week!!! I hope you enjoy. I’m always open to suggestions and inspiration. 🙂
ChUC
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Time Waits For No Man

Milton was finally excited about being a grandfather. After a troubled childhood, two failed marriages and an awful track record as a father, he wanted to redeem himself when his third grandchild was born. He even bought his grandchildren stuffed animals with the last of his social security check.

“Papa, she’s here. ” Milton’s daughter called while he stood in the checkout line cradling the fluffy gifts.

“I will be there shortly to get a look at her,” Milton said, swatting flying fur from the air.

“Papa, if you can’t be all in, please just leave us alone. The kids need consistency. Mama thinks I’m crazy to keep giving you chances.”

“Leslie, this time I’m for real. I’m actually buying something for the kids right now. I’ll see you soon.”

Milton walked to his car. Stuffed animals dangled from his armpits. He tried to go around the rift raft hanging in the parking lot. The humidity in East Texas sometimes brought out the worst in people. He wanted to avoid any drama that would keep him from his family.

“Hey old man! I’ve neva’ seen a monkey carrying monkeys before.”

The rowdy bunch erupted in laughter. Milton instantly began to sweat. His wet palms could barely unlock his car door. He was too old to hurry, too old to like being called a monkey.

“I think I’ll take these.” The ringleader wrenched the toys from Milton’s wrinkled hands. Milton’s anger tripled as they kicked them like footballs. He thought about going to the hospital empty-handed, with nothing for his grandchildren, nothing but the tired excuse they already expected. He thought about how Leslie would call him a liar and how his uppity ex-wife would gloat. He thought about everything as he pressed the gas and watched the hoodlum fall.

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  1. October 19, 2011 at 9:44 AM

    First, i like the name Milton because it makes me think of militant for some reason….lol
    Heat and humidity coupled with anger and frustration usually equals mayhem….hey Milton reminds me of the guy i like in the car insurance commercials named Mayhem. Romans 7:21 says “I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me”

    • October 19, 2011 at 9:58 AM

      At first, his name was Demitri but that just wasn’t working haha!

      I love the mayhem guy LOL!

      Yep, in other words, as hard as I try; sometimes I can’t do right for doing wrong 🙂

  2. ChiefRocka
    October 19, 2011 at 10:06 AM

    Two wrongs don’t make a right…but the guy deserved it! One for Milton!

    • October 19, 2011 at 10:10 AM

      Ain’t it!! LOL! You really can’t under estimate the elderly. If they aren’t quick enough to cut you they’ll just run over you 🙂

  3. sando
    October 19, 2011 at 7:36 PM

    Karma is a monster. It sometimes makes us pay for things we thought we were done paying for. Brilliant as usual ChUC!

    • October 19, 2011 at 8:21 PM

      You are so right! Sometimes we’re done with the mess but it’s not done with us. Be careful how you live! Thanks for reading and commenting. It’s greatly appreciated 🙂

  4. Jeremy
    October 20, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    I could tell how it was going to end, and I like that. 🙂

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