The Fixer

Flash Fiction

The Fixer

“Oh! David! I’m so glad you’re here early! You can help me with the garage while I get the cooking under control. And maybe you can figure out why my blender is giving me such a hard time? I really don’t want to get a new one, the new ones don’t seem to mix as well as my old one and they cost so much!
Oh, is your tool box in your truck like it usually is? I kept meaning to fix that nail that’s holding up the picture in the living room but I don’t really have the right tools and I don’t do well with hanging stuff, well you know, you grew up with me! I worry that it’s going to fall and damage the picture of our old post office. I know you never saw that building, but in my childhood, it was always there so seeing it always makes me happy. You can fix that, right?
Oh, and if you have your tools… I wonder if you could look at the latch at the back door. Something’s off but I can’t seem to figure out what. Fido just walks in and out, but he never shuts the door! Ha, ha! But it’s not that funny when it’s cold out… I’m so glad you came a bit early!” And off she went.

A quiet voice came from the table, “Try living with her every day…” with a little laugh.

“Oh, I remember well,” David said to his grandfather, who was sitting at the table. "Do you think I’ll be like her one day?”

“Absolutely not! She takes after her mother, you’re normal, you take after me…”

Jared smiled, “Thanks for the warning Gramp!” Off he went to “fix” everything before dinner got started, as usual…”