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 