By Matt Kincade
Timmy dragged his father’s big sledgehammer across the backyard to the sandbox.
In his dad’s scrap pile, he found a two-foot length of rebar. He posted it in the sand.
The boy strained to lift the sledge. Tink tink tink. The rebar sank until six inches protruded.
He upended a bucket of sand over the steel then lifted the bucket away, leaving a smooth, tall tower. He added walls, moats, battlements.
Johnny rounded the corner and spied the sandcastle. His eyes lit up evilly. “Nice sandcastle, nerd,” he said, as he wound back for a mighty kick.
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As the Germans would say, what Timmy did was ‘gemein’… but I am sure it was a lesson that needed to be taught/learned… Wonderful story!
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. Something tells me that Johnny didn’t learn his lesson.
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hmm…Johnny may do damage, but methinks he might receive some damage, too. Nicely done.
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked the story.
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Johnny must still be rubbing his toes, no more bullying for Timmy!
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At the very least, Timmy can now outrun Johnny, now that Johnny has developed a limp.
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Clever! Brains outwit brawn. X
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Matt Kincade and commented:
The folks over at The Drabble were kind enough to post my short story, The Sandcastle. Does this mean I’m a published author? I say yes. Go check them out!
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Nothing says “karma” like a busted foot. 🙂
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Nice twist in the tale, or fracture in the phalanges. Enjoyed.
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A great story, truly reinforced.
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