Hi lovetvfan!
This was a bit of a challenge as most of my stories are 20 000 words or longer so writing something under 1000 words was difficult.
We may gave discussed a support group back in the day. I’m sure Sara would love to join, too.
Set in the future, Lois attempts to untangle Christmas lights for the tree. Clark and the kids offer to help, but Lois is determined. After all, it’s her job to put up the lights. It’s a Lane family tradition.
Oh boy.
TEMPUS: /hides nylon thread and crazy glue/ The chance to finally win against Lois has never been greater.
And every year she found herself using language she never used otherwise in front of Audrey and Rose, their two girls, now aged 5 and 7, as she desperately tried to straighten out the Christmas tree lights.
Awww, the lil ones will learn to only curse at Christmas!
"I would point out, honey, that I did offer to help you.”
They shape up to be most adorable.
This was supposed to be fun, wasn’t it?
*Ding*
Just a sec, I think my popcorn’s ready.
“Can I do the honours?” Clark asked, and she couldn’t help but notice the hesitancy in his voice.
He doesn’t die when electrocuted.
“The fuse must be blown,” Lois muttered.
I have a new DFCB here if you need to jam in a replacement fuse.
“Daddy was just trying to help, Mommy,” Rose said softly. And there it was. That tone. Lois knew that tone. Had grown up with that tone. That tone spoke of walking on eggshells. Of tempers flaring, wine glasses and spilled merlot.
Oh boy
“Maybe we could put them up as a family. Maybe we could make our own tradition.”
Sounds reasonable.
“A new tradition. Sounds perfect.” End
Lois still has a bit of learning to do, I gather. The others are correct, it’s a strong mixture of fun and sadness. Well crafted
Michael
