“Shut up!”
Little Sally has stepped into it now. As those two words escaped her lips she froze. Afraid to look at Mother, she pretended to be busy fixing her doll’s hair, knowing full well the boom was coming. That’s what Grandma called it, ‘Lowering the Boom’. Little Sally didn’t know what the boom was, but it wasn’t good. She had had quite a few time-outs after hearing that.
Mother said, “I think I will fix parsnips tonight.” Little Sally hated parsnips.
In a small voice she said, “I’m sorry Mother.”
Mother just looked at her. Worse than a spanking.
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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie… Sunday Writing Prompt: “Shut Up”
Love this one, Ted.
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This is very relatable, there were many times as a child I wished I had held my tongue. Sometimes the punishment imagined/the anticipation of said punishment is worse than the punishment
Looks can be far worse than a spanking. It leaves you with a sense of anticipation!