Based on this week's writing prompt from Studio Thirty Plus, 'Risk':
A tall man who was once a very small boy
and a small me, who was never very much more so
hunched over a table in our parents game room
jabbing fingers in ribs
frenetic waves of giggles
strangely phrased words bounce off the paneled walls
"What the hell? Knock it off!'
Yells our tired Mom from the kitchen
we tire her still
You put your oh so large hands on my small round shoulders
to shake me not so gently
I fall into the table
knock our carefully laid game pieces to the ground
with a ferocious crash
and an even more ferocious yell from our mother in the kitchen,
"I told you to knock it off!"
We've never finished a game of Risk
Not once in all these years.