In Consideration of Inconsideration (a Trifecta Challenge)

Winters in our neck of the woods are quite lovely.  We don’t have visitors because everyone stays inside, bundled up in cozy blankets in front of the fireplace, sipping mugs of hot chocolate.

I wish I could say the same about summertime.

Our family prefers to keep to ourselves, but during the summer months, we are inundated with careless houseguests. Did you know that last week, they nearly set fire to our home?  We heard the whistling, then the loud pops, followed by bursts of light.  We knew those colorful bits of fire would rain down; we just hoped it wouldn’t be in our front yard.

I should explain that we’d already put up with these people for three days.  Three days of traipsing through our yard, three evenings of boisterous laughter, and three nights of hunting interrupted by their late-night trips to the bathroom.  I wanted to tell them to drink less, but they wouldn’t care about my opinion.  I wanted to tell them to go home, but they figure our home is their home.

When the pops and bursts started, I stowed the family inside while I ventured out to check for damage.  At first I didn’t see him, but Lord have mercy, I could smell him, thanks to three days without a shower.  I guessed the boy stood about ten feet in front of me.

He saw me first.  He stomped his feet, held his nose and squealed.  “Mommmmmeeeeeee!”

I panicked.  I turned and sprayed before scurrying to safety.

“Ewwwww!  It stinks!” the boy hollered between sobs.

I had to agree.  His odor could bring the toughest skunk to tears.

What’s that smell? (image via Amazon)

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This is my entry for the Trifecta weekend weekend challenge.  This one is community voted, so if you like it, please visit the Trifecta site on Sunday (after 8PM Eastern time) to vote.  If you don’t like my entry, you should still visit the site to vote because I promise you’ll find something you do like among the entries   The instructions for this prompt are as follows:

This weekend’s prompt is borrowed from Benjamin Franklin, who once said, “Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.”  We want you to tell us a story about a guest, invited or otherwise, who begins to smell, metaphorically or otherwise, after three days.  (Using up to 333 words.)

Oh, if you want to write your own entry, check out the Trifecta site by clicking on the Tricycle picture to see full instructions.  Happy writing (and reading!)