Li'l ol' lady

A game of scrabble thatt does not end well

It was a dark winter’s night. The storm was raging outside and the rain mercilessly lashing at the windows. Inside the house, it was cosy and warm. Fire was roaring in the fireplace, adding a touch of romanticism to the air. 

Jack and Jill sat at the coffee table, playing scrabble. They liked to play in French so, naturally, used French letters that may come in handy when they, later, retired to bed, as they were not ready for kids yet. Jack was leading, for a change, for Jill usually ended the game well ahead of her husband. While Jack was pondering his next move, Jill daintily placed her 7 tiles, beautifully reaching the red, triple-value square. “Schnouf”. Jack stared at the word, bug-eyed.

“What, in the name of god, is this word?” demanded Jack.

“It means powder cocaine. Look it up”, replied Jill, smugly.

“Ah, ok”, Jack mumbled, grudgingly. Then he added “show off”, under his breath.

“Am not”, retorted Jill.

“Are, too” he said.

“You’re just jealous”, she replied, barely hiding her smile. “Now, that’s 73 points, unless I’m very much mistaken.”

And the game continued while the old lady was sitting in her comfy chair, knitting mittens for the kittens of which she was smitten. Presently they were gambolling at her feet. She rearranged the comforter over her knees and sighed contentedly.

At one point during the game, Jack leaned over the board and beckoned for his wife. Curious, she approached and, clearly embarrassed, he whispered:

“Darling, I don’t want to sound mean or anything, but isn’t it high time that your mother found a place of her own? After all, she’s been with us for 18 years.”

Jill nearly fell off her chair when she jerked back, stunned by her husband’s words. Her eyes grew big. She dropped her tiles, which clattered on the table.

“WHAT?” she shouted. “MY mother? I thought she was YOUR mother!!!!”

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

This was a real fun one Woody, Loved many things about it.
Loved the familiarity things that we have all recognized used in this new write
Jack and Jill and ,kittens and mittens and the scrabble board game.

I can tell this was a creative flow for sure.
Know How I can tell?
Cause it has layers... and a main thread woven..
This one is about confusion and it is woven in layers even the scrabble board that has letters all mixed up to unscramble into words.It goes with the confusion of who the Lady is too.

Just maybe...... When Jack fell up the hill and Jill come tumbling afer if when the Old Lady came into the house? :-)

[Woody]

haha a very interesting take on how the lady sneeked into the house. thank you so much for a lovely review Kate. so glad you liked it.

[Cryingkate]

My pleasure.........

[Vidya Bacchus]

Hahahhahahah you are hilarious Sir Engluva.I read your stories and I know it is going to make me laugh so hard.You have an honest to god talent.

[Woody]

thanks a lot, Vid. so glad you found the story funny :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

I did so very much.You are welcome :)

[Hope]

"And the game continued while the old lady was sitting in her comfy chair, knitting mittens for the kittens of which she was smitten..." You write excellent short stories ! and the best part is that I can actually feel the characters' emotions..it's excellent..this end was overwhelming :) Good day !

[Woody]

sweet of you to say so :)
have a great one.

[Hope]

:) :) :)..

[Marie]

I never heard this joke before, but I suspected that's what it was. You did a very good job telling it.

[Woody]

Thanks Marie. I don't know how it works for everybody else, but I enjoy writing tremendously and actually laugh at my own stories.

[Delmar Cooper]

I must tell you first off that I have heard this joke before. The second thing you must know is that I did not mind hearing you tell it again. I enjoyed your story and it made me smile.
Thanks
Cooper

[Woody]

thanks Delmar for taking the time. Allow mw to explain. I never pretended to have invented the joke. However, apart from the punch line, all the rest is entirely mine. I'm sure you have noticed that. For me, the punch line is only an excuse that allows me to fool around, make puns and, occasionally, address the reader. If you have a moment, I'd appreciate it if you could take a peek at my other (very) short story. I never copied a joke. Incidentally, "Beetle" is enttirely mine from start to finish. I'd love to read your comments. Thanks again.

[Marie]

Beetle is excellent; just excellent.

[Woody]

I'm humbled.