Forbidden Juice
Bo grabbed a glass of the juice that Mom said he couldn’t have. He was late. She was not home anyway.
He barged through the door of the chess room. “Hi,” he giggled, steadying himself against a waiter carrying a tray of orange juice. The waiter stared back in disbelief.
“May I have a…” Bo hiccuped, “… glass of that!” he pointed to the tray.
“There are so many people.” he thought. “These sets have hundred-odd squares. Strange…” Bo laughed at the scene. He sprawled himself on an ottoman. “I will wait here until the room stops spinning.”
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello Marianna, it’s no wonder his mother said he couldn’t have a glass of juice, it will be Checkmate when she gets home. This hundred words leaves a lot to the imagination.
Eric, he will surely have some explaining to do! Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, I appreciate it.
Another well-written story, Marianna! Thank you for sharing it with us.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you for your kind comment, Katy. I appreciate it.
You’re very welcome!
What have you been drinking, Marianna? (just joking)
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with Google? I sometimes wonder myself, Susan!
Hahahaha.That’s the reason why we need to listen to our mother’s advice. Because mothers know best especially our strengths and our weaknesses.
Lotchie, I agree. I can remember thinking my parents didn’t know as much as me when I was a kid ?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYes. That’s true, Marianna.
Whoops! Bo’s inebriation takes me back to my teens Marianna. Especially the time, when as a 14 year old, I was left in charge of my younger cousins while the parents enjoyed a Saturday night out. If only I hadn’t found that bottle of vodka! Loved your story!
Oh dear, Linda! Kids can get up to all kinds of mischief ? Thank you for your comment.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWhat an imaginative story, Marianna. I love the idea of a chess room, with its hundred odd squares. It feels like a cerebral Lewis Carroll moment, with pawns and knights instead of a tea party. It’s more than just a teenage inebriation! Love the orange juice and the ottoman – great “O” words that work well with his “O-rhyming” name. ?
Fuji, thank you so much for kind comment. Bo certainly did not intentionally get drunk ? Hopefully he will realise to rather listen to Mom next time!