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4th of July Disaster
A fictional short story
I come from a family of planners. Well, not all of us are planners, but my mom certainly is. So when she got asked to host the family 4th of July get together, she was ecstatic. Little did she know it was going to be the best planned, worst disaster ever.
The morning started great. Bright, sunny, not a rain cloud in sight. Mom was busy in the kitchen getting food ready, and Dad was outside digging out the grill.
My uncle Jimmy and Aunt Elsa had arrived the night before and were now taking up space on the couch watching the latest TV talk show.
I was on a mission to sneak past mom and make it outside to play the annual neighborhood baseball game.
I peeked into the kitchen. Her back was turned, and she was busy mixing something in a bowl. Now was my chance. Silently I crept across the yellow and white linoleum floor.
My hand was on the door handle when her voice cut through the quiet. “Ryan, I need you to help your dad set up the tables outside.”
She hadn’t even turned around. How did she even know I was there? It was like she had eyes in the back of her head. “Yes ma’am.” I hang my head in disappointment as I open the door to go in search of Dad.
