Roseanne Frank is the Readers’ Choice in this week’s Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge. The winning entry is decided by the popular vote and rewarded with a special feature here today. (In the case of a tie, the writer who submitted an entry first is the winner per our rules.) Without further ado, here’s the winning entry:
by Roseanne Frank
Gracie swallowed her tea and the cup hit the saucer with a clatter. “You pinched his behind?”
“I pinched his behind.” Margaret’s nose twitched. “His left cheek.”
Gracie covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. “The hunky nurse’s assistant.”
Margaret grinned. “But wait. There’s more.”
The life-long friends needed a good, hearty laugh; the orderlies and residents at the nursing home had no sense of humor whatsoever.
Margaret leaned in. “I was on his right side but he keeps his wallet in that pocket.”
“So you tweaked the left,” Gracie whispered.
Margaret surrounded her lips with her hands, “I reached around and –”
“Oh, my. Did he scold you?”
“He didn’t know it was me.”
“Well, Mrs. Rittenbocker –”
“The one in the wheelchair?”
Margaret nodded. “She was parked right behind him. So he thought –”
Gracie bounced in her seat. “He thought it was Mrs. Rittenbocker! Oh, you are naughty.”
Margaret wiped laughing tears from the corner of her eyes. “He turned to Mrs. Rittenbocker and said, ‘Mrs. Rittenbocker. Now you behave yourself.’ She shoved her teeth in her mouth and asked what she did. ‘You know what you did.’ Then Muscles McGee rolled her back to her room.”
“Did she know it was you?”
“Well, when she turned to look at me, I stuck my tongue out at her.”
“Marg, you are so naughty.”
“So are you. That’s why you find it funny.”
And they laughed. And for those few minutes, they were twenty-two again.