This morning I found out that one meaning of “forking” is to fork someone’s house instead of toilet papering it. Perhaps a bit cleaner and easier to tidy up, but where does one find that many forks? Anyway, here’s my contribution to Friday Fictioneers – 98 words.
“The Fork People visited last night.”
Leslie reddened. “Sorry, Pappa.”
“You know as town sheriff I can’t allow that sort of thing at my own home.”
“No, Pappa.” Just turned sixteen and still getting lectured.
“It’s fine at the Johsnon’s house or the Westfield’s. Not here. Makes it look like my daughter’s a sl … Well, just not here.”
“Right, Pappa.”
“So, what I want you to do, is go out and collect them.”
Leslie went outside and looked at all the beautiful forks sticking straight up in the grass
spelling “Joey loves Leslie” in shiny silver and gold.
Up From the Ashes 
No man wants his teenage daughter getting forked.
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Indeed not. Thanks for reading!
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Clever and gently funny. Loved it.
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Thank you, Sandra.
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Haha smooth, shiny and clean is my judgement. Nice one Alicia! Clever and slightly romantic..if I can say that.
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Of course! First love is always romantic, dads or no dads. Thanks for reading.
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True that 🙂
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Joey is quite the romantic. Hopefully he didn’t steal all those forks. 🙂
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Ha! That’s funny. Steal forks then stick them in the sheriff’s lawn. Thanks for sharing that thought. Alicia
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I do love a love story. This one is forking beautiful!
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Har Har Dawn. Thanks for taking time to make me laugh. Hope your day gets better and whoever’s been making you feel bad cuts it out. Alicia
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Thank you Alicia.
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Cute story.
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Thanks!
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Wow! I’d never heard of “forking” a house. Loved your differently-pronged approach. Charming and sweet ending.
A thought: At least it wasn’t “fracking” — that daughter would have to answer to a lot of angry neighbours!
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Me neither until I dully looked up Fork People to see who they were before I had my first cup of coffee and figured out fork people vs chopstick people on my own. Along my journey down Google Lane I found a clean meaning for “forking.” There’s some awfully weird meanings, too, ones not meant for FF.
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At first I thought “what the fork!” but it was a nice sweet ending. Well done!
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Thanks, Perry. Have a good week.
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Aww, that’s sweet! And a little bit illegal 🙂 . That boy’s got guts.
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Boys in love do crazy things!
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Dear Alicia,
As a matter of fact I was once part of a group who forked a friend’s yard. However, we didn’t take the time to spell anything. 😉
Pappa needs to lighten up. Cute story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yeah, Pappa takes his job too seriously. Thanks for reading, Rochelle.
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Dear Alicia,
A sweet tale. Believe it or do not, I had never heard of ‘Forking’. I’m very naïve. Lovely story, through and through.
Aloha,
Doug
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I only know about forking because I Googled “fork people” and that came up. Thanks for reading and commenting, Doug.
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When I first saw this week’s photo, the first thing on my mind was “forking”. But I was worried my “forking” story would get me expelled from the class of Friday Fictioneeers, so I went the other way. You on the other hand did a wonderful job.
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Thank you so very much! “Forking” is a bit tricky.
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I love love-stories – and this one was real sweet ! 🙂
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Thanks, Horus.
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I’ve never heard of this before, either, Alicia and while agree that your story is romantic and humorous, I’m trying to imagine someone taking the time to stick a bunch of forks in the ground, especially taking the time to spell something out!! True love is indefatigable!
janet
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So true. Thanks for taking the time to read Town Sheriff. P.S. I think Joey had friends who helped.
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This practice is new to me, but it sounds pretty harmless. What an embarrassment to have the town sheriff as a father! Very entertaining take on the prompt.
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Harmless indeed! And less messy than toilet paper. Thanks
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A lovely witty romance.
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Thanks – ain’t nothing like young love….
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Alicia, I also didn’t know the meaning of “forked.” Teens are always coming up with something new. I think it’s less about his job and more about not wanting to face his daughter growing up and having a boyfriend. Good story and well written. 🙂 —Susan
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Thank you for the insightful comment. Cheers! Alicia
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The other Dawn stole my comment! What a lovely, lovely thing to find on your lawn!
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Thanks, Dawn! I would have loved to find that on my lawn at sixteen. Come to think of it I was actually dating a guy named Joey when I was sixteen – and my dad would have given me the same lecture the town sheriff gave Leslie. Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
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Unfortunately for the Sheriff it looks like Leslie might be spooning with Joey soon. That’s one way to start a romance. Sweet story.
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Har ! Har! Hopefully ONLY spooning. Thanks for reading!
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Cute and clever story. I’m kind of like the sheriff, if you’re going to fork my daughter, I don’t want to know about. And certainly don’t want a billboard in my yard informing the whole town.
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Funny! Love the billboard idea. So glad you commented.
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As someone who used to go out toilet papering friend’s houses when he was a kid, I really liked this story. And there’s no way to spell “I love you” with toilet paper! Nice job!
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Yeah, forks express love a lot better than toilet paper. Thanks for reading!
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Nice. Very nice.
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Thanks so much!
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Very touching story. Lovely.
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I remember when lovers were encouraged to “say it with flowers.” Now people say it with cutlery? Ah, curious times 🙂
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Times are getting curiouser and curiouser – thanks for reading! Alicia
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awww that was really romantic 🙂
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Some guys CAN be romantic. Thanks for reading and commenting, K.Z.
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Would certainly catch one’s eye! I like it. Good fork. 🙂
Lily
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It’s all the glitter! Thanks for reading!
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I’m intrigued as to what Dad was going to say. How can he think his daughter is anything other than someone who is loved? Lovely story.
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Thanks, Sarah Ann, Dad needs to lighten up – a lot!
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