Driving Mrs. Mama

Photo prompt: © Linda Kreger 


“Hope the driver remembers.” Ella fretted.

Lynn shrugged. “He’ll have to run us over if he forgot.”

“You two, line up already and stop the chatter!”

“Shush, Jerry! Let us cherish the fruits of our labor.”

Your labor?! Who manned the table saw and has more splinters than a cactus?”

“Poor Bearded Baby … I sanded them all! Quiet, here she comes!”

The van stopped at the cul-de-sac. The driver walked around to the rear and wheeled Mama down.

“Welcome home, Mama Jean!”

“Hey, Ella, ditch the camera! No slackers till the Driving Mrs. Mama Home Train clears the ramp!”




For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers


46 thoughts on “Driving Mrs. Mama

    • Oy vey to a ramp that did do its job! But, yeah, it is best to make things well, especially if they are to be of assistance to those who are already a little less than well in some way or ability. SO … Yeah, I’m with you on the better be a BIG help (and I think that indeed it would be!) 🙂

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    • I’m glad you enjoyed it, Michael! My family had built its share over time (with more or less professional help), and fortunately none have failed, either. They do work wonders for baby-strollers and wheeled luggage, which becomes an excellent bonus. 🙂


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