At the Beach With Ma Smash

A beautiful (windy) day at the beach. Mrs Piddlington stands before the tossing waves, smiling gamely as her loving sister fiddles with a camera. Shortly before the shutter clicks (assuming digital cameras have a shutter, what do I know) Mrs P falls over into the sand.

Mrs P: (Standing up, shaking sand out of her clothes.) Ah! I have sand in my pants.

Ma Smash: Oh, that’s nice, Jennie. Make sure you get a good picture of your sister’s SAND … BOX.

Truly, there’s no hope for me.

Published by Jen Hubley Luckwaldt

I'm a freelance writer and editor.

2 thoughts on “At the Beach With Ma Smash

  1. It’s just a “Y” away from sandy box and really, we shouldn’t have those kinds of trains of thought. They’re just unseemly.

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