Wednesday, June 15, 2016

49. Duck Identification Skills
“Please stop arguing,” Tiffany said to her shoes in a voice that wouldn’t have been heard if not for the chilly silence of the living room.

“We’re not arguing,” her mother said, staring at her father.  Sheila made a gesture Tiffany caught out of the corner of her eye.

“We’re not arguing, honey,” he said, “In fact we’re going to make dinner together.”

Tiffany watched them march off to the kitchen, to continue not arguing out of earshot of their children.  Tiffany wriggled closer to her older brother and said, “I’m not crazy, they were arguing.”

“You’re not crazy,” Devin said. “If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it’s probably a duck.” He laughed. “Don’t doubt yourself, or your duck identification skills, because someone else can’t admit it’s a duck.  That would drive you crazy.”

Today I will trust my duck identification skills.

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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