THE MOMENT
"Mom said you were great with a bow," Paul grinned into the phone. His dad, Patrick, was out of town. They missed him so much Paul and his mom often talked about Patrick. During a chat, she casually mentioned his competitive past.
"He was in all kinds of competitions; you should see him with a bow," she told Paul. That was enough to spike his interest. He called his dad immediately.
"Hahaha, yeah. I think it's still in the garage if you want to check. Under the boxes and dust there should be a black case."
"Thanks! Love you! Bye!" Paul rattled off his goodbye and hung up on his way into the garage. He flipped on the lights and scanned the crowded room. Luckily, most of the boxes were brown. His search was over quickly as any other color stood out. A bright green case drew his eye first; but, it rested atop a long black one. Paul pulled the case out from under the green one, put it on top, opened it, then sighed. He dialed his dad again.
"It's a violin," he half-whined. "When mom said, 'bow' I thought she meant like archery."
"OH!" Patrick chuckled. "I did that too! Look for a green case."
"Found it!" Paul eyed the green case he'd ignored. "Thanks, bye!" He opened the case and marveled at the weapon.
"Hey kiddo, what's up?" Paul's mom peeked into the garage.
"I found dad's bow!" he giggled then pointed at both open cases. "His bowS."
"Oh, nice. When did you get interested in archery?" she asked.
"You told me he was good with a bow," Paul said. She shook her head.
"I said, 'you should see him with a bow," she bowed and pointed to the pink bow atop her head.