Leeroy and his humanoid pal Lance challenge one and all this week to write a 100 word tale based on Diana Krall's version of the jazz standard "Peel Me A Grape". This story is called "Idiot".
My wife, bleary with fatigue, headed for the coffee maker, stopped dead on her way across the kitchen.
"You're peeling her grapes?," she asked with incredulity.
Eva, our 4 year old granddaughter, had heard me walking by and said from under her rat's nest of tangled hair, "Want grapes, Poppy." I prepared a bowl of grapes, setting it on the table before her. She looked and said, "No, Poppy. Peeled grapes." So I took the bowl back into the kitchen and began removing grape skins.
"You're an idiot," my wife said, using the same tone Eva had.