Sunday, May 19, 2019

Slurp

Tatty Soup


Slurp!
Hey, that's not the way I brought you up.
Slurp...
I won't say it again.
Slurp?
I warn you.
Slurp. Slurp.
Stop it.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
OK, that's enough. I've had it.
A thunder of stomping feet approached the kitchen while the kids scattered in all directions. Johnny stayed behind, sitting at the table, daring his mother.
Who was it? Come on. Who was it?
No slurping now? Spit it out. Who was slurping?
When the mother finally gave up, Johnny looked at his cup. It was almost empty.
The others' cups were almost full.
He sneered.
Slurp.

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