Welcome back to the daily prompts. The fourth for this week.
Farm, Travelling, Contagious: use these three words
‘I hate visiting the farm.’ Josh stamped his foot, crossed his arms, and scowled his worst scowl. The one where he screwed up his whole face – nose, eyes, teeth bared.
He’d been practising in the bathroom mirror, hoping it gave him a scary pirate type face to scare away the school bullies.
They’d laughed and told him they hoped whatever disease he had wasn’t contagious. As this was the second time Josh had come across this word, he looked it up on the family PC and decided if he ever truly did have a disease, that it would be one school bullies could catch and it would be fatal.
‘Tough.’ His mother, immune to scowls, folded a thick sweater and placed it on top of the heavy jeans in Josh’s case.
Josh tried another tack.
‘I get tired with all that travelling to get there,’ he moaned. ‘Why can’t we go to the beach instead?’
‘Too cold for the beach.’ A long-sleeved tee-shirt was added to the jeans and sweater.
Josh heaved a sigh which came all the way up from his stomach. He uncrossed his arms and felt his forehead with the back of his hand.
‘I’m hot,’ he said. ‘Probably coming down with something. Could be contagious.’
His mother snorted and turned to face him. ‘What is it you hate about the farm so suddenly? You used to love going there, helping Grandpa out with the animals, gobbling up Grandma’s roasts and puddings.’ She gently squeezed his skinny arm. ‘It’ll put some muscle on you.’
Josh shuffled his feet. It was true. Once. Now, to be honest, he was scared to go there.
He blurted it out. ‘Last time we were there, Grandpa was worried about a disease which meant he had to keep the hens in the barn. He said it’s contagious.’ He put his palms together, pleading. ‘I wouldn’t mind the bullies at school dying horrible deaths, but I don’t want to be the first one to go.’
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