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Topic: Telephone (07/17/08)
- TITLE: Motor Mouth and the Emergency Room
By Chely Roach
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“Well, good afternoon, Ethan. How ya doin’ little man?”
“I’m real good…I’m watching Shrek…I saw you today on stage…Dad told Mommy you were a little flat…I thought you looked the same as you always do…” Ethan paused to gulp some air for the next barrage, “Do you want to come over and play? Huh? I’m kinda bored…”
Dave smirked to himself. He’d have to remember the ‘flat’ thing. “Sorry, Bud. I can’t play with you today, but I do need to stop by and give your Dad some paperwork about the Deacon’s meeting tonight. Is he around?”
Little Ethan faced a dilemma. “Uhh, he, uhhh, can’t come to the phone right now.”
“Alright. Is your mom there?”
“Umm, no,” Ethan squirmed in his shorts, “she’s busy, too.”
“I see. Are they outside working in the yard? Because I really just need to hand him this stuff.”
“No, they’re not outside,” he stalled a moment, the wheels turning ferociously in his brain, “Pastor Dave, is this an emergency?”
“No. Not really. Why?”
“Cause when they go into their room and shut the door, I am only supposed to knock if it’s an emergency. Not if I need more peanut butter, or if my movie is over and I want to watch a different one, or if…”
Dave interrupted Ethan’s verbal marathon, “I think I understand, Ethan. That’s okay. I’ll call back when they get up from their, uh, nap.”
“They say they’re just talking grown up stuff, but I think they’re nappin’…they always come out of the room looking sleepy and their hair is sticking up and...”
The young pastor snarfed into the receiver, trying desperately to regain some composure, “Um, Son? I don’t think your parents would want you telling that to people who call on the phone.”
“That’s okay, Pastor Dave…they tell me all the time that I should never-ever lie to you, and that I can tell you anything that I would tell them, and that you are family, and that…”
I bet that’s gonna change today… “That’s wonderful to hear, Ethan. Will you just tell your dad that I am going to put something in the mailbox for him?”
“Alrighty then…hey, I think I’m gonna watch Ace Ventura Pet Detective next. He always says that, ‘Alrighty then.’ Have you seen that movie, Pastor Dave?”
“Yes I have, Kiddo. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Goodbye, Ethan.” Dave had a healthy laugh as he picked up his keys and the folder he was going to quietly deposit in their mailbox. I think I might have my volunteers for the church social’s dunking booth…
Bethany smoothed her hair with her hand as she opened the bedroom door, “Hey mister Ethan, how was Shrek for the umpteenth time?”
“It was good…now I’m watching Ace Ventura…you guys sure ‘talked’ forever…” as he licked the remaining peanut butter from his fingers.
“Well,” Bethany blushed, “we had a lot to say.” She shot daggers at Tom as he walked into the room.
Taking the hint, Tom chimed in, “That’s right. We have a big meeting at church tonight.”
“Oh, yeah, um, Pastor Dave called and he’s going to put some stuff in the mailbox for you, Dad,” Ethan never took his eyes off the TV.
“What did you two talk about?” Bethany tried to hide the panic in her voice.
“I said that I can’t knock on the bedroom door unless it’s an emergency, and that you guys were talking, even thought I think you’re sleeping cause your hair is always sticking up after,” he pointed at Tom who immediately ran his hand through his hair.
Bethany morphed from blushing to a horrified beet red.
Tom slipped his hand around her waist, whispering in her ear, “Hopefully, this time next year Pastor Dave will be baptizing our little conversation piece…hmmm, Gorgeous?”
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