A problem of abundance – a short, short story

“Finish your vegetables,” said the boy’s mother.
“I do not like vegetables,” he said.
“You need them to grow strong and healthy.”
“At breakfast, you said eating eggs would make me strong.”
“Do not argue with me,” said his mother.
The phone in the next room began to ring.
“I have to answer the phone. When I return, your plate should be clean.”
The boy looked at the plate full of vegetables. He looked at the window and had an idea.
“Yes, my plate would be clean,” he said and smiled.
He took the plate to the window.
He was about to throw the vegetables out when he saw some children on the street.
They were looking for scrap in the garbage heap.
The boy watched them for a few minutes.
He returned with the plate to the table and began eating the vegetables.

Money power- a short, short story

“Your mother is getting on my nerves,” said the wife.
The husband did not reply. He could hear his mother humming an old movie song in the next room.
“She asked the cook to boil two eggs in the morning,” said the wife.
“Is that a crime?”
“She could have told me. Now the cook will tell the neighbours. They will spread the story that I do not take proper care of her.”
“With papa no more, where else can she live, but with her only child?”
“What are those papers?” said the wife.
“Some documents from papa’s box,” said the husband,” Oh my God! he has left all his money in her name.”
“How much?”
“It is a seven-digit number.”
The wife thought for a second.
Then she went to the next room and said,” Mother, what would you have for lunch? Think of me as your daughter..”

The new neighbours – a short, short story

“It is the new neighbours!” said mother, happy that the previous ones had left.
“Do they have any children?” said father.
The previous tenants had two. The children played video games at maximum volume the whole day. We had complained, but nothing happened.
“No, their children are settled in the US and come to visit once in a year.”
Mother and father went out of their way to help them set up their belongings.
“Finally, I can sleep during the day,” said father who took his retirement seriously.
Everything went well until the next morning at six.
We heard a sound as if someone had stepped on a cats tail.
“We practice classical music for four hours every morning and evening,” said the new tenants.
“I miss the children,” said father.
“Yes, at least they stopped when the batteries ran out,” said mother.