A Food Gathering

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A Food Gathering

Short Story by: Phasered

Genre: Flash Fiction

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Submitted: June 21, 2011

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A Food Gathering
Names are changed to protect the innocent
 
 
It is that time when the weather is hot and it feels like cotton is growing in your mouth. The air is thick and the heat feels as if you opened up the oven at 500 degrease. It is the best time to go swimming and have cook outs. It is the time I go to my aunts Kate’s house.
Every coming summer I look forward to visiting her. We gather on her back porch and laugh at silly things. I begin to smell grilled chicken or grilled hamburgers or hot dogs. The best is the smell of sausage and onions. I always picture being at the fair or carnival. On this particular day, after our annual summer shopping, Founders Day at Manahawkin Lake, we were all draw to the vendors. Cotton candy, funnel cake, fresh kettle corn, sausage, peppers and onions our bellies were so stuffed with food so that we were ready to explode. That is what Aunt Ann did.
We couldn’t get home fast enough, all had to use the bathroom. Aunt Kate only had one bathroom. Waiting for James to get out of the bathroom that’s when Aunt Ann exploded like a motor boat “Putt, putt, Putt…” Uncle Walter who didn’t come and was up stairs hearing the explosion and came out of his room and asked, “Did you say something?” Everyone laughed which made Aunt Ann laugh more casing more “putt, putt, putt.”
“What?” asked Uncle Walter.
More laughs, more “ putt, putt, putt”
“What?” I can’t under stand what you are saying.”
Thus making everyone double over laughing
“Putt, putt, putt.”
“Speak louder! I can’t understand what you are saying.” Uncle Walter repeated.
Aunt Ann laughs harder. The more she laughs the more she putts. Finally, frustrated Uncle Walter walked back to his room. The bathroom door opened Aunt Ann putts and poofs all the way in.
The rest of the night we all gathered on the back porch every now and then, someone snickered, and the one snicker would explode into roars of laughter.


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