(written for the Friday Fiction “Stranger in a Strange Land” prompt)
I remember it now like it was just yesterday, though it was many, many years ago.
“Mom!” I had screamed as loudly as I could while stretching the vowel sound out for as long as possible. “Glipper the Dripper left slime all over my baseball cards!”
“That’s nice, dear,” answered my mother, disinterestedly. “Glad you’re having fun with your friend!” She then returned to her phone call, completely missing the fact that I was in deep agony over my dripping baseball cards.
