A Short Victory…Friday Fictioneers.

All James ever wanted was to eat a bowl of ice cream. However, James was severely lactose intolerant and ice cream was forbidden. Now a teenager, he was sick of everyone asking why he he had to have soy milk. Why can’t you have ice cream? What’s wrong with you? To compound his troubles, his mother hovered over him like a hawk. However, she wasn’t going to be at camp, and James had forged her signature on the medical forms. Finally, James indulged in his very first bowl of ice cream. All good until he got stuck on the bus.

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This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff Fields. This week’s PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda.

Best wishes,

Rowena

17 thoughts on “A Short Victory…Friday Fictioneers.

  1. Iain Kelly

    I feel for him. My son has type-1 diabetes, so this sounds like a battle we will have to have with him as he grows up. It’s tough for those kids that can’t have what the others get.

  2. Gary A Wilson

    oh yikes – this happened to my son once during a long ride from camp with his scout peers. He missed a major mess by only moments. It’s am image I was hoping to not see, but it was so close.

  3. Rowena Post author

    UNfortunately there are too many of us with tales to tell about this one, especially when lactose intolerance runs quite literally in the family. Sounds like your son had a very narrow escape and I know his terror. Got stuck on a few school excursions where they didn’t arrange regular toilet stops and was absolutely busting. Oh! I still feel that torture over 30 years down the track!

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