“Get the hose! Get it now!
Oh my gosh, don’t just stand there! It’s going to blow up. The whole place is in flames!
Hustle, hustle, hustle!
Pick up those feet! You’re crawling like a snail!”
Ruth came rushing down the stairs, hearing the commotion. In three strides, she reached the kitchen and there, before her, were her husband and the two kids spraying water at the stove.
“Stop it! What are you doing?!”
Tom turned, grinning. “Just some role play. Toast was a bit burnt.”
“Tom, stop turning every minor crisis into a do-or-die scene. I can’t afford it!”
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.