flash fiction - humorous - disrespectful - family - 60s - old things
Captured the home of an 'Old Main Aunt', what's a boy to do? In the midst of the big city, he cannot run. How can he endure?
Teeth, smile, teeth, smile, the repetition is endless, mindless.
"When is a smile not a smile?"
The smile and the teeth are coming. They will grab me, hold me, squeeze me, kiss me, say they love me. Then the crackling pitch will say, "you are so cute, I could just love you too death."
"I know she would."
It's not comedy. It's reality. Should it be humor, "not to me he would cry." You decide is he a prisoner?