For the Haunted Wordsmith Collections Challenge:
It all started on a sweltering July afternoon. Pop and I were enjoying a coolish breeze on the patio. He had gone back into the house for drinks, asking what I wanted. I replied to his back as he entered the door to the kitchen “I’ll have an ice water, thanks.”
Next thing I know, out comes my 80-something Pop with a fly swatter. I looked at him kind of funny and he pipes up.
“Here’s the fly swatter you asked for.”
“I said ‘Ice Water’ you silly git. I laughed, he laughed, we laughed and laughed.
That Christmas, with the family gathered around, I was handed a package, carefully wrapped with a little tag that read “to Pumpkin from Pop.” Well, you guessed it, in the package was an elaborately decorated fly swatter. That started a tradition and pretty soon, every holiday, every event, brought a new fly swatter. I have fly swatters shaped like the Statue of Liberty, shaped like Texas, one shaped like a palm tree, one that lights up like a Christmas tree, one that says “DIE FLY” on it.
Pop was my grandpa and even after he passed on, my parents kept the tradition going for many more years. After they passed, I’d still buy myself a new fly swatter from everywhere I traveled. I have one from a trip to Acapulco shaped like a sombrero. I’m an old woman now, making out my will and trying to decide who to leave my prized possessions to. The house, and car and jewelry, those were easy. Family heirloom china, yep that was a given. But really, what do I do with 784 fly swatters?