One Day Kid: A Narrative Fiction

It's like a perfectly placed joke, Patty once told them with a smile.

No one knows when it started. It's not as if anyone was keeping score.

Kid nor either of the Thompson sisters can out right tell you when things had begun to change.

Sometimes there would be little things about the house that were completely asymmetrical. A picture tilted a little too far. A vase missing from the opposite side of its partner on the mantle….little things that began as soon as Patty and Liz stepped into his life. He knew one of them was screwing with him and he was pretty sure which one it was too. Then one day all of a sudden it stopped.

And if you were to ever ask the older Thompson sister why she did it she'd out right deny having ever done anything

But what's more she set the long empty table perfectly for eight people even though it was just them. Kid had looked to her from his seat and smiled at her winning grin.

And if you were to ever ask the younger Thompson sister why she did it she'd just smile and say, "Cause eights a kinda cool number when you really think about it. If you look at a number eight from the side it kinda looks like boobs! Hahahaha!"

One-day Kid took the two sisters to the amusement park. Because Patty kept begging and Liz had said something along the lines of, 'I don't get bumper cars. Do you race or something?' And never mind that Patty forced them all to ride everything twice till Kid upchucked. And never mind that Liz was so terrified of the Haunted House tour that she ran both Kid and Patty out of there shrieking at the top of her lungs. And never mind that Kid had a panic attack because the slushy that Patty spilt on him was not a symmetrical splatter. It had been their first real family outing…for any of them.

And if you were to ask Death the Kid why he did it he would simply shrug and say in an uncaring tone, "Because it was something to do." Even though he hate's amusement parks because of how chaotic they can