Recycling and Beyond
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Story: In some cases recycling is the measure of a man. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
One morning after breakfast, twelve-year-old Dan pushed back his chair, ready to leave the table, when his sister Denise stopped him with a sharp look.
“You could at least put the empty cereal box in the recycling bin,” she said, arms crossed.
Dan shrugged, grabbed the box, and sauntered to the top of the basement stairs. With a flick of his wrist, he flung it frisbee-style toward the bin. The box spun wildly, whirling through the air before landing dead center with a soft thud.
“Woo-wee!” Dan shouted, throwing his arms up. “I’m amazing!”
“Just lucky,” Denise said.
“Pure skill,” Dan countered.
Denise rolled her eyes. “Right. I’m sure that’s going to be your greatest accomplishment in life.”
Seventeen years later, she found herself standing next to him at his wedding reception. The room buzzed with laughter and conversation, guests raising their glasses in celebration. Dan, grinning beside his new bride, Beth, had no idea what was coming.
Denise lifted her champagne flute. “Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you a story about my brother’s first recorded feat of greatness,” she began.
The guests quieted as she recounted the cereal box toss—his certainty in his own skill, her skepticism, and their endless back-and-forth.
“It may have been luck,” she concluded. “It may have been skill. And for years, it may very well have been the greatest accomplishment of his life. But today, thanks to lots of luck and absolutely no skill on his part—” She flashed a teasing smile at Beth. “My dear brother has a new major accomplishment. Dan, you may kiss the bride.”
The guests cheered as Dan and Beth shared a lingering kiss.
Dan pulled away just long enough to smirk at his sister. “Thanks, Denise. As always, you tell it like it is. And yes, recycling is important.”
Laughter erupted across the room.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Dan added, glancing at Beth with a wink. “In about nine months, we hope to announce an even bigger accomplishment.”
Beth blushed, and before anyone could react, Dan kissed her again—this time disappearing with her toward their honeymoon, leaving Denise shaking her head with a grin.
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