“C’mon lazy, get off your butt.”
Andrea poked her brother Herschel in the shoulder as he lay sprawled on the couch.
“Stop it Andy, you’re harshing my buzz,” complained Herschel.
“That’s the point,” she replied. “I’m not going to have you getting high and lying around all day like you did at mom and dad’s. In fact…” Andrea grabbed the tall glass smoking unit that sat on the coffee table next to her indolent sibling.
“Hey now, what…” began Herschel.
“I’m locking this up until you can show me that you’re going to be productive around here,” she said, walking off with Herschel favorite possession. “Now, get some shoes on, you’re going shopping with me.”
For the next several hours Herschel lugged sundry packages from stores to his sister’s SUV. Eventually she stopped to admire a collection of chimeneas outside a small shop.
“Oh, I’ve always wanted one of these,” she exclaimed. “It would be perfect for entertaining on the patio.”
Herschel groaned. It looked heavy.
Several days later Andrea searched the house for her brother to give him his list of daily tasks. She eventually found him on the patio, stretched out on a lounge chair holding a long tube attached to a device that Herschel had affixed atop her chimenea. She smelled a rich, sweet smoke permeating the air. Herschel took a puff with a grin spreading across his face.
“Heeeeey, sis, wassup?”
Andrea rushed to her new clay fireplace and took a whiff.
“What did you do?” she cried, glaring at her brother.
“You never gave my bong back so I rewarded myself with this awesome hookah you bought. You’re the best, Andy!”
[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided. I went over the limit this week but either due to laziness (No, I don’t own a bong or hookah) or perhaps just because I liked the story as it was, I chose not to edit it down. I hope everyone liked it.]
~V
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