Traffic, toll booth, parking lot. 

Run!  

Smiles, hugs. 

My family.

At last.

 

Flicker of Inspiration Prompt #58: Eleven

 

Eleven.

Like the number. Just like the number, actually. Exactly, even. You might go so far as to say that the number (11, that is) is in fact the prompt. Because it is. That’s what’s going on.  Can you tell a story in 11 words? Can you tell 11 stories in one word? Can you tell a story using only words with 11 letters? Can you tell an 11 using only letters of word story?
Go with that first one. Tell a story using exactly 11 words

Here’s my story and I’m sticking to it!  My Florida family arrives early Friday morning.  It’s been eleven months and twenty-nine days since they were last here in New York.  My home is a hustle and bustle of activity as I get the guest room ready and stock the shelves and fridge full of everything my two Grandsons love.  I get to spoil them absolutely rotten for their entire visit.   At some point, I’ll sit back while my head explodes as all four of my Grandkids run everywhere, ask to be fed and insist that I go bowling with them. 

That’s my job and I do it rather well.

My hubs is just finishing some major Tree House construction in our backyard.  Unlike most of his projects, the cusswords during this one were kept to a minimum this time.  Almost.

That’s his job.  Our local Home Depot has given him a preferred parking space and they call our home if he doesn’t show up there once each week.

Right now I’m busy making two signs for the Tree House….

“No Girls Allowed” and “No Boys Allowed“. 

They can all fight it out.  That includes Grandpa.