The Stork Party
9July 27, 2016 by petrujviljoen
Gertrude’s conscience gnawed at her. A bit. Walking out on Joe and the kids like that. She saw her phone’s screen light up and whispered a glad hallo. When they left, they agreed to switch their phones off. A growl in her ear … Set face, pursed mouth, glaring at the screen, she switches off.
Like storks they were, carrying food to and fro, unceasing, laborious, to an ungrateful household. Pushed too far, one time too many: Wife! Mommy! I don’t like this food!
Enough!
Putting their heads together, Grace, Judith and herself, they planned. A holiday at the seaside.
Copyright Janet M Webb
Linked to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wissoff-Fields.
petrujviljoen 
Wow! A lot going on in that story. Nice work this week, Petru!
Thank you!!
Sometimes you have to leave to be appreciated. Made me smile.
Thanks Sandra.
They deserve it. Great take on the prompt.
I hope they have a lovely holiday!
Maybe some of them won’t go back even!
Dear Petru,
A holiday at the seaside sounds like a good idea. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks!