This week, Nekneeraj has provided an image by Brooke DiDonato for our prompt.
I must admit it made me smile, and in so doing I’m going with some humour today.
He was contentedly watching one of his favourite crime shows on TV when he heard it.
Damn! He thought. Mice. Just what he needed, not, on a weekend when pest control rates would be at a premium. Maybe he should get a cat.
He adjusted the volume on the set and continued to follow the story, but his peaceful evening was ruined.
The scratching noise was coming from outside, so he went to investigate. There was nothing at the back door, so he went to the front parlour and opened a window.
It was a sight to behold, and totally baffling.
‘Hello?’ he said. ‘Can I help you?’
The squeak that resulted from the bowels of the body dangling from the adjacent window was slightly louder than that of a mouse, and the rotund derriere definitely did not belong to one.
‘Can I help you?’ he enquired again, resisting the urge to smack the female bottom to attract her attention.
‘I’ve lost my keys and…………………. Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing in my house?’ she demanded as she tried to extract herself from the window frame.
‘This is my house and you, dear lady, are breaking and entering. I should call the police.
Now what ARE you doing here?’
‘As I said, I’ve lost my keys, so I’m trying to get in.’
‘Look! This is my house, and has been for the last month! I bought it fair and square.’
The legs stopped scrabbling for purchase on the wood panelling, and after a few moments, the body started to ripple with laughter.
‘Of course you did! I am so sorry. Mental blank. Blonde moment. Whatever. I forgot. At least it explains why I have no keys.’
She wriggled some more.
‘Oh lord,’ she mumbled. ‘I’m stuck. Can you give me a shove?’
He sighed, realising the ridiculousness of the situation.
‘Which way, in or out?’
‘Doesn’t matter, just get me out of here and I’ll be on my way. I don’t know which set of cheeks are reddest with embarrassment.’
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This made me literally laugh out loud!!!
I’m so pleased! We need some humour at the moment.
100%! I decided to take a page out of your book with my own take on the prompt. Hope it makes you smile 🙂
Me too!
Ha!!
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Bahahahaha! Hysterical! I love the twist about why she has no keys…
Glad you liked it.
I’ve tried the door of a couple cars thinking I was at mine – but I’ve never mistaken my house. I have heard this happening when alcohol is involved, still…. it would be so embarrassing!
I once drove to my old house on remote control and was just backing into the drive when realised I didn’t live there anymore!
Haha! Hilarious story
Thanks Sadje.
You’re welcome 😉
I really enjoyed your take, especially the parting line 😀
Thanks! It just struck me as funny!