THIS IS A YEAR OF THE DRAGON CONTEST ENTRY
Every Good Boy Does Fine
Year of the Dragon October entry -- 100 words
There were my parents, and one angel, and one delinquent. My sister would announce my daily transgressions when my folks came home. Breaking my mom’s favorite vase, a huge glass sphere with a philodendron vine sweeping out of it, while playing fortune-teller, was report-worthy.
I stuffed the vine in a yellow mixing bowl. My sister chortled one of her evil angel laughs.
My mom, when my sister pointed out the bowl, picked up the first implement within reach -- her favorite Martin ukulele -- and splintered it across my butt. I wonder if she regretted that more than I did.