Sunny Corner
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 14
KNOCK KNOCKITY KNOCK
“Hello,” I said to the wood.
“G’day mate...”
“Day-ee, Jim.”
Opened the door and, “Grab your gear and let’s get after it,” Jim said.
“Day-ee, Jim,” Rang out from the kitchen.
“Day-ee, Mrs.”
“You come to take him prospecting?”
“Aye,” said Jim.
The watermelon stepped out of the kitchen, “Good. He’s been a mope and I’m too far along to fuck some cheer into him.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” I said, blushing.
“G’wann ... the girls are coming over for a sunnie and we don’t need you lot gawking.
“Yes, Jim. Laurie is coming ... No, Jim ... you have to go.”
So ... while I found my kit ... the wife and Next-door Jim sat in the kitchen, Jim drinking my beer and the walking talking watermelon drinking my soda. It’s been a while since gold had lured me away from my diminutive bride ... I had other things to do. Witness the painful back ... swollen breasts ... trips to the restroom to rest every fifteen minutes ... and the oddest idea of what tasted good ... like dill pickles in ranch dressing ... or strawberry ice cream and raspberry jam topped with chocolate sauce ... gag.
Every time I stepped in the kitchen and asked for what I couldn’t find I asked if she was sure.
“I’ll be fine,” she lied.
Since she had hidden my prospecting gear here ... there ... and everywhere, I must have asked 35 times and got the same answer: “I’ll be fine.”
After it was all loaded, packed away and snug ... I went for my last kiss and to ask, “You’re sure?”
“I’ll be fine.”
Fully loaded ... both Jim and my Toyota ... What? You bet I’m driving! Jim had a snoot full ... we pulled away from the house and headed out to the GWR ... Great Western Road.
“You usually don’t partake of hops and barley before a bit of a dig ... what’s up?”
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