A Snippet of Writings

I have nothing to say...

So here's an old story I wrote a couple years ago. It's a Short Short Short Story - Less than 500 words.

"That brat" was a five-year-old little boy so full of mischief, temper, and trouble that he seemed to bring chaos everywhere he trotted. Unearthly-loud wails and howls for sweet candies and shiny toys escaped his small pair of lungs from dawn until dusk. Left to his own devices, he played pranks, sure to humiliate even the most cautious, stoic adult. The hateful refrain was oft heard in the aftermath of his presence, "Brat!" "That brat!" "Awful brat!" Even his poor haggard mother snarled, "Brat!" whenever her son caused havoc.

Somewhere in his precious heart resided a yearning for a kind word and love. At the end of the day, he crawled into his mother's lap and thrust a small bouquet of ragged daisies into her face. Her heart softening, she hugged him, kissed him, and told him, "Brat you may be, but you are my brat." Meanwhile, in the distance, someone can be heard uttering, "That brat!" upon discovering a ravaged garden.