Today's OneWord: Racket
“What,” roared my father, “is the meaning of all this racket?”
He was heaving and wheezing in the doorway, his ample frame squished against the frame, as my sister and I sheepishly looked up from where we kneeled on the floor. I still firmly gripped the baseball bat, while my sister wielded the plastic sword and dagger that our mother had bought for her from the costume store.
“The monster came back,” I tried to explain.
“What monster?” barked my father.
“The big green one.”
He was heaving and wheezing in the doorway, his ample frame squished against the frame, as my sister and I sheepishly looked up from where we kneeled on the floor. I still firmly gripped the baseball bat, while my sister wielded the plastic sword and dagger that our mother had bought for her from the costume store.
“The monster came back,” I tried to explain.
“What monster?” barked my father.
“The big green one.”
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