Rolled
"Maaa!" David shouted towards the house. "Maaa, come out and roller me!" David stood in the driveway, his truck running, lights blasting him. He was wearing his suit, the same old one he always did. "MAAAA!" he shouted again, frustration mounting. His old as shit, crippled old mother hobbled out from the front door. She creaked and stuttered her way through the snaking walkway over to the asphalt. David checked his phone again to look at the time. "Here ye go Davey," his mother said as she held up the lint roller. David raised his arms in a T-pose and angled his head up slightly. His mother slowly rolled starting from the cuff of one sleeve, working down to the bottom of his suit and then over to the other side to the end of the other sleeve. Without saying anything, his mother pulled away slightly, David spun around, and his mother rolled in a similar motion on his backside. When his mother was finished, she said all done, and then started to hobble her way back to the walkway. "Thank you mama," David said as he opened the door to his truck and hopped up into the driver's seat. Out of habit he pressed down the brake and put the car in drive, then tapped on the gas. The car moving startled him, and he shook forward and then to his side, falling out of the open door. The truck rolled forward and slowly ran over his legs, breaking several bones in each. David's mother continued slowly across the walkway, finally reaching the front door. Please consider making a contribution to my Patreon if you enjoy these weird stories and are able to support them financially. No Happy Nonsense is 100% ad free and your donation helps keep it that way. |
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