Bad Luck, Knife Struck: Short stories - one shot
(1): Every moment I count
"Hmm this is the life," Martha Kent hummed happily as she soaked in the bathtub. It had been a hard day work on the farm. Jonathan had practically dropped the duty of chopping (or rather chain-sawing) the lumber and feeding the cows on her while he did most of the tidying and repairs around the farm. Clark had been down at the Talon --- conveniently --- hanging out with his friend Pete Ross. Martha had found it strange that Chloe and most especially Lana Lang were absent but then she remembered Nell Potter had asked her niece to come visit her in metropolis for at least 6 weeks while Summer Break was still in its' prime.
Chloe had left to somewhere with her father other than Metropolis stating that "she needed to see something, somplace different." When Clark returned back to the house, he looked happier than he had in days and never mentioned Lana's absence once through the entire day (or week for that matter). Jonathan and Martha never said anything because for once they weren't ashamed to admit that they were glad their son had his mind on other thing other than silly crushes and girls. Covered in saw dust and not to mention sweat, the two adults headed off to wash themselves up for dinner which was yet to be made. Jonathan decided to let Martha go first, Martha nodded in agreement at her husband's courtesy, placing a kiss on the only clean spot on his face -- his lips. Jonathan grinned a grin very much like Clark's when he knows he can persuade you to do anything. Almost anything, anyway. She grabbed her cleaning utensils never noticing the wicked like expression Jonathan had on his face.
Martha stuck her toes out of the cover of the suds that surrounded her body, scratching her scalp with her skinny fingers that were buried underneath the thick mound of hair that was atop of her head held up by her thick clawed hair-clip. Humming to herself Martha was brought back to the land of the living by a hard pounding on the door. She recognized the knocking as Clark's. His was slightly hesitant because at one point of his younger life (six or seven) he had banged hard on the door because he had to use the toilet really bad. She had happened to be inside the bathroom using it herself and was caught off guard completely when a small fist came barreling through the thick wood of the door.
There, stood a baffled six year old Clark and Jonathan staring through the hole he had made with his fist (she had vaguely heard Jonathan muttering something about his 'hard work gone to waste'). "Mom! I gotta use bathroom! Hurry up!" He called, hopping for extra measure. Martha's arms fell into the now mucky water, she wanted to relax a little more before getting out Nevertheless she didn't want another hole in a new door. "All right, I'm getting out," Martha mumbled rising out of the water.
Jonathan and Clark were stationed on each side of the wall that door resided in, with their arms behind their heads and their bodies leant up against the wall. The two men stared each other with wry smiles. "You think she'll do it?" Clark asked, his mouth forming into a grin. Jonathan grinned back at his son his blue eyes shifting on the door at the sound of Martha's feet pattering against the ground. "If I know your Mother, son, then yeah --- I think she'll do it -- for sure," He said unable to hold back a chuckle. Clark stifled a laugh as he listened to his mother humming, without a care in the world. That is until she stood on the scale meant for her use only.
What followed after was a scream that would scared even the bravest dog white. The two stiffened in thieir appraoch to the door, smothering their impulsive protective-mode. "Three hundred pounds! This can't be!" Jonathan and Clark stared at each other with wide eyes. They burst out into a fit of laughter overshadowing Martha's angry words as she lifted herself off the ground where she had fallen at. "You two . . .!" Martha cried rushing towards the door. The amused expressions fell from their faces in those small matter of seconds. The two scrambled away from the door at top speed just as Martha came out. pipping mad. Wielding a bottle in her hand she tossed it at Jonathan, she missed by several feet, Clark watched the shampoo bottle hit the floor below the stairs and he supers sped out of the house leaving his father behind. "Just wait, I'll get the both of you!" Martha cried as Jonathan leapt off the second to the last stair. He darted out of the house himself, heading for the barn.
(FIN)