One of my shorter pieces (500 words) originally published on The Short Humour site.
“They’re coming!” Sam yelled from his station at the
blinds. Sam had been sitting there all morning. Waiting. “Positions
“Do we have to do this again?” His son Billie asked.
“I’m so tired, daddy. Maybe we should…”
“This is not a drill!” Sam snapped. “Now get upstairs
and hide under your bed.”
Sam exchanged glances with his wife Cindy as the
sound of weighted footsteps made their way towards their front door. “No matter
what happens, I love you.” He pushed his wife into the den. “Now be still. Don’t
even breathe.” Cindy nodded and obeyed.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Slow, heavy pounds
erupted on the door. Sam could feel his heart racing. “Why won’t these bastards
give us any peace?” He whispered, reaching for Cindy’s hand.
“Sam…” Cindy said, trembling. For a moment Sam felt
selfish involving his family like this. But they were all in it together now,
and it was his duty to protect them. He listened intently. The intruders were
“We haven’t fooled them.” Sam said, emerging from his
trench. “They know we are home. And they will wait.” Sam’s wife and son slid out
of their hiding spots and joined him in the main room.
“That was close,” Billie said, peeking out the
window. “Daddy, I’m scared.”
Sam cradled his face in his hands. “We can’t hide
forever. They will catch us...someday.”
“They watch me when I go to school, daddy. Once, they
even chased me.”
Sam looked up, white-faced. “But, that’s against the
Cindy opened the front door and removed a piece of
paper. Their house had been marked. “Honey, in case you haven’t figured it
out...these people are the law.” Cindy dropped the paper onto the coffee
table. “Maybe it’s time we move on. We’re on the run, Sam. We can’t raise a boy
Sam stumbled to the sofa and plopped down. “I just
don’t know what to do.”
“I’ve got an idea,” Billie said, looking down at his
feet. “We could just… mow our lawn.”
Sam looked at his son, horror-struck. “But where does
it end? We mow the lawn today. Maybe even clean up the oil spills on the
driveway and pick up the dog poop in the front yard. Then what? Maybe next they
will expect you to clean your room.”
Billy’s knees shook and Cindy went to him. “It will
be alright.” She said, stroking her son’s hair. “Mama won’t let them get
“Maybe we should go.” Sam said reading the
note on the coffee table.
Twenty-Five Dollar Fine:
The fourth notice they had gotten in a
“We must stay,” Cindy said, looking at her husband.
“Without us, our neighbors are doomed.”
Sam sighed. “You’re right. Someone has to have the
worst house in the cul-de-sac.” Sam brightened. “Maybe we should really fight
the power. Leave our Christmas lights up until August this year!”
Cindy leaned down to give her husband a kiss. “Now
that’s the man I married. We’ll do this…together.”