Mark whipped the wheel around, the car spinning around the corner. Desperately trying to account for the traffic he urged the car forward, darting between two pedestrians as they sprinted across the street. He hated being late, more than just a pet peeve it was a source of chronic anxiety. He turned the car into the parking garage at work swearing as it stretched to a halt in his space. Reaching over he pulled his briefcase from the passenger seat glitter spilling out of it.
“Oh come on.” His head rested on the steering wheel. Defeated he took his cell phone from his pocket and text his brother. “I Surrender.”
This morning Mark had walked out of his bedroom with his girlfriend to find his brother cooking a full English Breakfast for them, nude. The day had continued from there till finally he accepted defeat.
A long moment passed before his phone buzzed. “Thank god, I am pretty sure we were building up to killing each other. Happy Birthday man.”
And so on an unimportant day in October a prank war came to a close. What had begun as a simple practical joke when his brother came to visit with his fiancé had evolved into a near constant barrage of stupid pranks and taunts.
Waggish: resembling or characteristic of a wag, displaying good-humored mischief, done or made for sport, humorous
Author’s Note: Day 12 of 365 Done. Honestly this one was really difficult for me. I don’t write a lot of humor and the characters which exhibit mischief are often darker with graver implications. Yet with all the darker, real world short stories I have put together I wanted try and take a stab at something lighter. I will end up reworking it.
The Flask/Pen 