Word count: 100
“Is that the bowl I sent you for Christmas?”
Meredith knew what was coming.
“Why’s there a plant in it?”
Her mother-in-law scooped it up, opened the trash can and dropped the ivy in.
“It’s not a vase, Meredith.”
She pawed through drawers with piggy fingers until she found the kids’ candy, and refilled the bowl.
“Honestly Meredith. I wasn’t going to say anything but since my dear Albert died, I’ve been thinking of selling the house to move closer to you lot.”
Meredith’s husband arrived in time to catch the bowl before it struck his mother’s head.