Jed opened another beer for his brother Johnny tying an apron around the portion of his belly that once held his waist.
“Barbecuing… that’s man’s work… ever since the caves, we’re the handlers of fire and meat”.
The busy chattering of women working in the kitchen mingled with suburbian sounds as Jed called out:
“Jenna, when should I fire up?”
“Dear… whenever you feel like… ”
But when Jed lightened his Zippo the Weber exploded bringing down their garden canopy.
“… what the heck.”, Johnny screamed pouring beer over his beard on fire.
“Guess, I shouldn’t have used gasoline… “, mumbled Jed.
Hello everyone. I have been on summer hiatus for a few weeks but now I felt ready to write a short story again. Summer has passed with a few occasion to light up the grill also in Sweden… but now it’s back to normality again.
Every Wednesday Rochelle publishes a post with a picture for us to write a story on. We are the Friday Fictioneers.
Click here for the other stories.
August, 14, 2019