Swarm of Locusts
They said the kids couldn’t leave on an empty stomach, so I made a huge batch of scrambled eggs. Then I told them they’d really be late for work if they stayed, and to leave the key under a rock in the garden because I had to go.
When I got home, no one had touched the eggs—they were swarmed by flies. But they had emptied the entire fridge and dirtied every pot and pan. The kitchen looked like a bomb had exploded. The guest rooms and bathrooms were also a mess. Oh, and when they left with the car, they hit the fence, which we had to fix. I told my wife her family would never set foot in our house again.
A Gift?
The Colleague
Peaceful Christmas Wishes
The Turtle
Morals
Sanitary Pad
Mother-in-Law
Still Just a Kid
The Test











