Written as part of a challenge called Sunday Photo Fiction, details at https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/06/26/sunday-photo-fiction-june-26th-2016/
“George! The Homeowners Association won’t let us keep a catapult in the front yard! I can’t believe you found it! And you just bring it home. You don’t ask. You show up with a pickup drags it behind.” Irene is red with anger.
“I couldn’t get the Scorpion! But it’s a historical artifact. You can’t hold it against us. We are Italian and it’s a Roman catapult. Heritage item. HOA rules can’t discriminate. It’s only fair.” George defends his purchase
“The Murphy’s are just particular. He’s a member of the HOA. You can’t think this week go unnoticed.” Irene is embarrassed at the thought of what they will think.
“Relax Irene. I have to replace the basket with waxed leather. Then it can laugh fifty pounds of tar and sawdust up to one thousand feet. But I’ll have to play with the adjustment in tension line. It will throw a pumpkin about a third of a mile! It so cool! You’ll love it once once working. ” George walks away
describing his vision.
“No! It’s not staying. You have to take it back. George! George! Do you hear me?!” She tries to make her point.
“No truck to take it back with. I had to pay to get delivery. We’ll see what HOA says first.” George is already going out to play with the new toy.