Moving House (with 'Child With No Name')

By S.E. Batt

There's no place like home. For Jacob, however, his home can be at any place.

Jacob experiences the strangest morning ever when he awakes to find his son, Terrence, has built legs on his house. He tries to make his point, but Terrence is adamant to prove his invention's worth. Will Jacob get his house back to normal, or will he embrace this addition to become the owner of the first ever walking home?

A humorous short story at 3,500 words.

BONUS SHORT STORY!

This release comes with another short story, 'Child With No Name', a humorous story at 3,300 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.E. Batt
• Release date: Nov 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311455369

S.E. Batt

S.E. Batt loves all things light-hearted and humorous. When he's not writing, he's playing video games, talking to other writers, and generally wishing he was writing. He's a proud member of the Forward Motion online writer's group, and sends all of its members a digital thumbs-up.

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Moving House (with Child With No Name)

S.E. Batt

Copyright 2013 by S.E. Batt

Smashwords Edition

Table of Contents

1. Copyright

2. Moving House

3. Child With No Name

4. Thanks

5. Other Works

6. Excerpt from Friend Ship

Moving House

One summer morning, Jacob got out of bed, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, put on his suit and tie, picked up his briefcase, opened the front door, and fell twenty feet.

Jacob was the sort of man who was always unlucky. Because of this, it became second-nature -- and sometimes reflex -- to wonder what on earth he had done to deserve whatever he was going through. He'd wonder about higher beings, karma, and other factors playing their unfair parts as he went through the ordeal. This time, however, he spent most of the occasion wondering what the bloody hell would cause him to fall twenty feet outside of his own house. Perhaps he was still in bed? Perhaps it was all a dream?

The floor begged to differ.

Years of falling on every part of his body had made him tougher than titanium. His bones thought about breaking, then remembered all the kerfuffle with the casts and the doctors and the inability to do anything fun for months on end, so they didn't bother. The muscles were at the point of tearing when they remembered that this kind of injury would be just like the other ten they've had in the past month, and didn't see the point of going through it all again. The pain receptors, however, never got bored. They found this as an excuse to pop the cork off a champagne bottle and play it loud.

Jacob winced.

He stood up, rubbing the area on his waist where he landed the hardest. He looked upwards, wondering if he had somehow accidentally walked out of the second storey window. Sure enough, high in the air, was the open front door. The rest of the house had come along as well. The area the house was once on was dirty and muddy, the grass around it dancing on the edges of their newfound territory.

There, standing in the middle of trouble as always, was Terrance.

Terrance was a strange child. Alright, all children were strange children, but this one had really taken the biscuit. While other kids in his class had filled in the 'what do you want to be when you grow up?' field with 'fireman', 'footballer' and 'famous', Terrance had put 'mad scientist' in pencil. The teacher said that he should fill in the fields in pen, grabbing an eraser to rub the answer out. It's here that she discovered that he had invented a special kind of lead that detonated when agitated.

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