The Daily Prompt and (a short story) The Bascom Curse

It’s My Party

You’re throwing a party — for you! Tell us all about the food, drink, events, and party favours you’ll have for your event of a lifetime. Use any theme you like — it’s *your* party!

What a rousing coincidence. Many of the ingredients for a good party are in my short story for the day.  I would invite the entire Bascom family along with Missy Flutter and some of her friends to equal things out. We would have corned beef and cabbage. You’ll see why by reading the story. There will be a contest, left to your imagination as to what it will be. Nothing goes as good with corned beef and cabbage as a good dark ale. This will all be followed by a huge bowl of ice cream over plum pie. I’m not into party favors or is it famours? But I’ll hand out t shirts with Peppy LePews of the front.

That’s my part and I’ll cry if I want to.

Now let’s read about some of my quests, the Bascoms.

The Bascom Curse

Corned beef and cabbage.
Corned beef and cabbage.

It was the strangest thing ever heard of. Ken Bascom’s parents left him with Uncle William for the summer and they never returned. They seemed to have vanished.

Ken’s parents were… well, nobody knew what they were, other than foot-loose and eccentric. They were the only ones like that in the family. Every family has them, hopefully so distant they don’t bring harm or disrepute to a family’s good name.

Uncle William enrolled Ken at a local school, a prestigious school. Uncle William was actually quite fond of Ken and it would not have bothered him in the least if the parents never returned. The way Uncle William saw things, it was the only way Ken stood a fighting chance of being normal.

Coming from odd-ball eccentric parents is enough of a curse, but being the new kid in school is quite another. Especially a school that has last seen it’s new kid three years earlier. That kid was relieved to see Ken enrolled. The new kid title was passed on to Ken.

Ken’s quiet, awkward, and shy tendencies left him open to every sort of snide comment, practical joke, and total isolation.

He spoke on occasion to Uncle William about his dilemma.

“You are a bright, lad,” Uncle William said. “You come from uncommonly good stock. You will find your opportunity to turn the tables and seize it. That’s what our family does.”

Missy Flutter was absolutely the worst of everyone. She compensated for her ugly looks with an even uglier and biting personality that ripped at everyone. All were afraid of her whit and power, three years in a row class president. No one dared to run against her.

Cabbage had always been a difficult food for the Bascoms to digest. It has a normal fermentation period of about 12 to 14 hours. It is during that time span that being far away from a Bascom is the wisest course to take. It was called the Bascom family curse.

It was English class, thirteen hours beyond corned beef and cabbage at the Bascom house. As the students prepared for the bell to ring Ken leaned over to gather his books beneath his seat. With Ken now in a vulnerable position he passed an unbelievably loud burst of gas only outdone by the thunderous laughter that followed. And not one laughter was any more uproarious than Missy‘s.

Mr. Hamilton calmed the tumult, but snickers continued.

In a stroke of genius Ken remembered Uncle William’s words “You come from uncommonly good stock. You will find your opportunity to turn the tables and seize it.  That’s what our family does.”

He turned to Missy who looked at Ken’s pitiful expression and snorted. There was yet another burst of laughter.

Mr. Hamilton slammed his hand flat against his desk. “Enough! That will be enough.”

Ken said to Missy, “That’s okay, Missy, keep laughing, I’ll pretend it was me.”

Denials came fast and furious from Missy. Not even Mr. Hamilton could stifle the turn of events. Everyone was now laughing at Missy Flutter.

From that day on, Ken was no longer the new kid, but Missy’s last name took on a whole new meaning.





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