G is for Prank
I opened the shed and saw ropes hanging from my bike.
Garlic. Of course.
Tabitha started it by putting an artichoke on my homeroom chair. My revenge was a liquidly-ripe banana in her pencil case.
She stuffed cotton candy in my gym shoes a week later.
After that, the pattern was set.
I put a durian in her locker.
She put an egg in my hat.
It had been a week since the fudge I smeared on her bike seat.
Garlic? This seemed suspiciously tame.
I started removing the ropes, never noticing the bucket of stewed garlic poised above me.
I am traveling for the next few weeks for work so posting on the site might be a bit erratic because of that. I’ll try to read others’ stories when I can, though.