For this week’s 15 random words I’m using:
- 1 word that was left in the comments of last week’s post:
- 14 words from https://randomwordgenerator.com. To the right is a screen print of the words it gave me:
trick – survivor – deck – robot – migration – define – fountain – essay – sugar – element – quality – cucumber – shallow – spontaneous
Below is the short-short I wrote using these words. This week I turned the words into a another scene in the Adventures with Harrison and Mason series, this time told from Mason’s 3rd-person POV.
The Piano Guys awesome version of Carol of the Bells flowed through the house as Mason quietly closed the front door. Jaxon glanced up from where he sat, writing at the coffee table in the living room. Mason placed his index finger to his lips, silently imploring his son to keep his arrival home a secret from Harrison.
Mason knew darned well Harrison was awake even though he was stretched out in the recliner with a cucumber slice over each eye. Jaxon smiled his agreement, and Mason tiptoed to the kitchen.
He quickly rifled through the junk drawer and came up with a tack, then reached up to secure the mistletoe he’d purchased to the header of the doorway between the living room and kitchen.
“Are you going to trick Daddy?” Jaxon asked when Mason approached.
Harrison sat up, peeling the cucumber slices from his eyes. He grinned at Mason. “I wouldn’t be surprised. What are you up to now?”
“Moi? You’re imagining things, my lovely sugar plum. I’m not a planner. I’m Mr. Spontaneous.”
Harrison’s snort would’ve made a rhinoceros proud. “Depends how you define ‘spontaneous.’”
The holiday playlist switched over to some lame version of Deck the Halls, and Mason turned his attention to Jaxon. “Got another essay for homework today?”
Jaxon shook his head. “Nope. I’m writing a story, but Daddy wouldn’t let me use your new fountain pen.”
“That’s ’cause Daddy’s a wise man,” Mason replied. “What’s the story about?”
Jaxon’s eyes lit up. “I’m a survivor after aliens attack Earth. You and Daddy are, too, and I join a bunch of people to go get a really big robot that’s going to save the world, and a bunch of other people are walking and walking to go somewhere safe.”
“Cool!” Harrison said. “Are Pop and I part of the big migration or do we get to go on the hero adventure with you?”
“Well, you wanted us all to go to the safe place, but Pop and I convinced you that we needed to help fight the aliens.”
Mason grinned. “It’s a quality of life thing. No place would’ve been safe for long unless the aliens were defeated, right?”
“Right! I knew you’d understand, Pop.”
Harrison opened his mouth like he was going to say something, then shut it and stood. Mason opened his arms and Harrison kissed him. “I love you,” Harrison said.
“I love you, too.” Mason loved Harrison with all his heart. And he knew Jaxon loved them equally even though the little boy and Mason were the ones who more often clicked when it came to creativity. Harrison wasn’t shallow and understood that, too.
When Mason turned to ask Jaxon another question, the little boy was no longer sitting at the coffee table. Harrison laughed, and Mason spun to follow his husband’s gaze. Jaxon was leaning against the door jamb under the mistletoe, apparently trying (but failing) to look casual.
So much for the element of surprise, a tactic Jaxon had yet to master. Harrison had probably known what Mason was up to, and this was more priceless than what he’d planned anyway.
They joined Jaxon under the mistletoe and each planted a kiss on the little boy’s cheek as he giggled. That’s what Christmas was all about…love and laughter.
Once again, because I can’t resist a good challenge, I’ll take the first 15 prompt words given to me in the comments, below, for next week’s Flash Fiction Friday post. One word per commenter, please. I’ll make up the difference using the random word generator site if I don’t get 15 here.
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