It is another week and another 100 Word Story Weekly challenge. Be sure to stop by and vote for your favorites! This week’s theme was “Jimmy Buffet”… Please don’t encourage the punsters. Please. My story – as Steven the Nuclear Man – is below. It’s dedicated to the memory of my son’s parakeet, which died last week. (No, really.) Anyway, remember to go vote for your favorites!
The rain patters cold on my shoulders, the post hole digger, the body of the bird wrapped gently in a Sponge Bob pillowcase. Sarah’s soft sobs are muffled by Martha’s torso, my daughter’s arms tightly wrapped around her mother.
I am finishing when Sarah touches me, the last clod softly packed down
with my booted foot.
“Daddy, is Heaven something like Margaritaville?”
I look at Martha; her look away and the mention of Bob’s favorite song says more than a strange man’s jeans in the wash.
“No,” I say, crying with her as Martha goes inside, “It’s nothing like that.”