My cousin, Karen, suggested this first line to me. I wrote for five minutes. This is what I got. (If any of you have any more suggestions for prompts please let me know.)
"Crap," I thought, as I broke off another toe.
“Dude! Not again!” My brother shouted.
“Sweetie, be more careful with your uncle!” Mom panted hoisting up his shoulders. Uncle Leo had died right after the holiday season so his corpse weighed fifteen pounds more than it should have.
Uncle Leo just moaned and strained against the straight jacket we’d kept him tied up in since he’d died and come back.
“Sorry,” I mumbled and pocketed the toe. “It was an accident.”
With a lot of panting and heaving we managed to haul Uncle Leo out of the basement and up into the den. The worst part about having a dead relative was that we all had to get up ten minutes earlier every morning.
After we placed Uncle Leo on the couch my brother checked the straight jacket, Mom placed a plate of raw meat next to him in case he got hungry and I put on a football game we had recorded on TiVo.
“We’re going out now!” Mom shouted at Uncle Leo. “We’ll be back in the afternoon! Be good!”
Uncle Leo snarled at her.
“Mom we’re gonna be late for school!” My brother moaned.
“Both of you give your uncle a kiss!” Mom snapped.
We groaned, and pecked him on the cheek before running out to the door. Everyone at school thought that it was weird that we kept Uncle Leo around. There were places where professionals could help people with his condition but Mom insisted that this was more humane.