Okay, Okay

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She muttered. “Okay.” She sighed. “Okay, I’ll floss my freakin’ teeth.”

She left the dentist’s office still muttering. Floss. You’d think it was the second coming the way the dentist talked about it. All that BS about cavities and receding gums just sounded so gross. The damn dentist was lucky she remembered to brush sometimes. Bossy bitch.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “okay, okay.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Okay, Okay”

  1. Crystal was curled up in the armchair closest to the bay window, earphones on with the opened book on her lap.

    “Crystal, dinner’s ready!” her mother called out while she placed the roast on the dining room table.
    Crystal was so engrossed in what she was reading that she didn’t hear her mother calling until her looming figure stood in front of the armchair completely overshadowing Crystal

    “You’re gonna go deaf with those damn earphones! Didn’t you hear me calling you for dinner?” she asked as Crystal removed her earphones.

    “Okay, okay! You don’t have to get so testy, Ma. Instead, you should read this book. It’s a real page turner,” she said as she jumped from the armchair and hugged her mother

    1. I loved this so much! Reminds me exactly of my neice… always has her nose in a book and her head in the clouds. On point.

  2. The ball bounces and rolls beneath sofas, over the carpet, underneath refrigerator. I mean, who plays ball indoors?Seriously, such a violation of peace and quietude.That too, in the exam season, in -between revisions, and not to mention umpteen snack-breaks and umpteener loo-breaks.
    “Let her be. It helps her unwind.” My kind husband would suggest.
    But she had to be told, and it was suggested to her that she take her noisy sport with her into the cemented verandah outside.
    My youngest offspring immediately holds up her free palm, in buddha-like , peace gesture.”Okay, okay” she says and now she is seen bouncing her beloved yellow ball with abandon, muttering to herself,next to the mint patch.

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