The following post is my first attempt at fiction. Ok, it’s my first attempt at fiction here on Sluiter Nation. Everything is completely fictional. That means not true. Any resemblance to real people, places, and/or events is completely coincidental. Or not. Whatever.
The prompt is to write from the perspective of someone who annoys you.
There was already a chill in the air. Winter would be here soon and he had to get busy.
The boys wanted to come help and he wasn’t about to turn away free labor even if they would do more to annoy than assist him.
He lumbered out to the backyard with the oldest running ahead with a baseball bat.
“Come on, Nathan!”
The middle one was trying to drag something out of the garage, but came running out to his dad at the sound of his name.
The little one was already sitting in the sandbox.
“Matthew, get off the wood pile.” The oldest was already bouncing off any surface he came into contact with. He needed to redirect this energy.
“Take the bat and go in the shed. Start banging out those dents.”
rat tat tat tat tat tat tat
He scratched his head as the neighbor rounded the side of his house with a spreader.
That guy? Was ALWAYS working on his lawn.
“Hey,” he offered.
“How’s it going?”
“Just doing some winterizing,” he said as he nodded toward his shed where the oldest had abandoned the baseball bat and was now throwing sand on his youngest brother.
The snobby neighbor seemed confused. “Yeah, me too,” he said tapping his spreader filled with fancy shmancy winter fertilizer.
He gave the neighbor the obligatory dude nod and turned to his shed.
What did he care about the yard? That guy spent way too much time on grass. Although he mowed every week like clockwork which was a good reminder that after it got dark, it was time for him to fire up his trusty Craftsman POS. The baby always fell asleep best that way–riding on the mower with him.
Anyway. Back to the shed. He had to get it winter ready.
Since all three boys were now out front jumping on the car, he was going to have to do this himself.
He grabbed the baseball bat out of the sandbox, and went into the structure.
He began banging at the roof…attempting to pound out what had collapsed yet again before the snow began to fly.
Maybe he should have followed the directions when assembling it.
Maybe those extra parts went to the roof.