Thunk Crash
Fiction by Mary Helen Norris

August 5, 2013

Thunk.

Crash.

Those two sounds rang out from the backyard of the old brick house.

Thunk.

Crash.

Giggling joined it.

Thunk.

Crash.

Two little girls, one blonde the other brunette, came running up the stairs carrying old mason jars. They took the jars to the entrance of the dumpster and tossed them as far as they could.

Thunk.

Crash.

Inside, the parents groaned knowing the smell that those jars would bring. When they’d told the little girls to bring up the jars, that wasn’t what they meant.

Thunk.

Crash.

With a sigh, the grownups got back to packing up the house. Hard to believe they were selling their childhood home.

Thunk.

Crash.

Outside, the girls kept up the competition.

Who won?

Thunk.

Crash.

Depends on who you ask.

 

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