Grandmas Goulash

Bessie waddled through snow for a drink, but slipped into the water’s deceptive depths. Mother Nature kept her memory fresh until spring.   “Looks like Bessie fell in the creek, son.” “What will you do now, Dad?” ‘Fetch some strong line and a hook. Maybe we can catch some ice cream.”  

“A penny for your thoughts, my friend.” “I think inflation has raised the price to a quarter.” “I’ve been walking in circles. Is there any way to get off this mountain?” “Walk down, not around.”

Mildred had ignored the taboo on winter cycling until she hit the wall. They’d met in spring and by summer they were inseparable. Months passed and the romance began to cool. Now it was frigid. 

Egbert worked hard on his first party, but guests left early. Vague echoes about scoring some coke. He shouldn’t have bought Pepsi.  Tom’s thrill over his first party invitation quickly turned to horror. No one told him he’d have to stick his face in a bucket of water.