If you haven’t met our dear Shellie Belle in person, you may not have a grasp on how BIG her personality really is. Shell-Belle is one of those people whose laughter announces her arrival long before you see her coming. She’s joyful, by every sense of the word, and she has no shame…in a good way. I mean, she can get anyone to do anything. Anything! So when she asked us to gather on her radio show, All Things Southern Live, for an on-air “write-off”…well, no one ever considered saying anything but YES!
The result? Lots of laughter…for all involved. After giving us her wacky prompts, we each took to the page. In a matter of minutes, time was up and we were reading our sketchy stories on air. This week, we’re sharing the raggedy results with you. Why? Because Shellie asked us too, and there’s no sane soul on earth who would ever tell Shellie, ‘no.’ And if they do, I feel sorry for them…because life’s just a heck of a lot more fun when you play along.
It all started with a peppermint. Jane Simpson was crying in her mother’s lap for the forbidden mint, a treat produced too small, too hard, and too minty for the toddler’s tiny mouth. But Jane wanted it. And she wanted it now.
“So you understand, Ms. Simpson, that you won’t be able to leave the hospital for three days after the surgery. will you have someone to care for Jane?”
Ms. Simpson shakes her head while tucking the peppermint into her shirt pocket and trying to distract her daughter by giving her the set of car keys. Immediately, the child pops the keys into her mouth and bites the alarm button. Loud buzzes blare in pulses as Ms. Simpson struggles to retrieve her keys from her headstrong offspring.
Doctor Wilkins clears his throat. The alarm blares from the parking lot. Jane Simpson pitches a fit with frequencies rising into the danger zone. I step back, hoping to sneak out of the room to find something the poor child can put her teeth around. Everyone knows what happened last time Dr. Wilkins lost his temper.
Sweat beads across his hairline and his pulse quickens. It’s only a matter of time before he blows. I rush through the treat drawer and grab a handful of plastic squeeze toys, noise makers, stickers, and lollipops. Surely something will calm the poor child.
I rush back into the exam room, but I’m too late. Dr. Wilkins has lost his wits again. He’s wrapped the child in a sterile gown and he carries her through the hall, barreling past me. The mother and I follow as he kicks the door open and rushes next door to the abandoned lot. He marches through the knee high grass and sets the child on the porch, a lollipop protruding from her mouth.
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