Babies’ Plan

Babies typically talk in babbles that adults can’t understand. But one day, while at the park, you’re sitting on a bench next to two babies. They start their babbling, when all of a sudden you realize you can understand them. Even more, they are plotting a nefarious plan. Write this scene.

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  1. lilliansdgva

    One evening my son was looking quite bored so I thought that I might take him to the park. It wasn’t very far away so I decided to go walking with him by my side. Whence we got there I let him go on the swings which were right in front of us. I told him that I was gonna sit on the bench so that he wouldn’t get scared if he went somewhere else and didn’t see me. As I sat down I saw two babies having, what I thought was a wee conversation with each other. I thought it was adorable how they were talking to each other, even though I didn’t really understand them. I thought that they had a mother but I didn’t see anyone.
    “Remember our fiendish plan Reginald.”
    I thought I had heard one of the babies speak, I thought it was impossible because it didn’t even look like they the right kid age to speak if that makes sense. I ignored them and continued to watch my son play.
    ” Yes sir, we shall steal the worlds supply of milk!”
    ” HUSH! You’re not supposed to say anything you dumbo!”
    ” Sorry sir.”
    Oh my goodness, they were speaking to each other! But they were plotting to steal the worlds supply of milk? That’s freaking adorable, but bad if they could actually do, but that’s impossible they’re only babies. I turned to look at them and one of the babies looked back at me.
    ” What are you looking at bub?!?!?”
    Everything I know is a lie…..

  2. kathleenmagner

    Flipping to the economics’ section, Ned folded and angled the newspaper against his bent knee before his arthritis demanded a change of pose. He sipped his coffee through the slit in the disposable lid, milky sweetness coating his tongue. A trio of runners passed by while he perused the far column and a summery gust fingered his receding hairline. Two dog walkers strode along in their wake, the long strides of the humans and smaller strides of their pets creating a staccato rhythm against the gravel trail. Grinding of strollers rolled on but Ned didn’t glanced up until another set of looping wheels stopped before him and sneakers shuffled.

    “Is this seat taken?”

    The young blonde in a peach track suit tilted her head at the other end of his bench.

    “No,” said Ned.

    She frowned and pulled off one of the wrap around ear pieces blasting a bopping tune.

    “No,” he said again and inched to the bench’s opposite side, leaving as much of the flaking green paint exposed as possible.


    Plopping down, the blonde maneuvered the stroller before her and dug into the bottom compartment. Her rummaging failed to disturb the babe nestled within a padded cocoon of honey-yellow fabrics. The woman produced a downy lemon blanket and proceeded to tuck it around the child, as if the summery warmth had suddenly gone icy.

    Ned looked away when she glanced in his direction and submerged himself into the newspaper’s fine print. He noted, however, her wave and the arrival of a second stroller and young redhead in pink spandex. She pulled up alongside, plopped down with an equal lack of ceremony and parked her matching stroller with a similarly slumbering child in gender neutral sage at her sneakered feet.

    With a sigh, Ned sought the details of the recent bailouts, the opinions of those who were in the know, and the speculations of others who saw the world about to end or on the other hand on the verge of creation. He blotted out the women’s banter, their discussion on pumps and wipes, of what little X and done and how little Y looked so cute doing Z. He didn’t break out of his protective shell of numbers, dates, distant politicians, and the shakers of the global marketplace until he heard the static.

    Frowning, he checked his hearing aid. His quick flick of the switch, turning it on and off, failed to resolve the buzz. He upped the volume and caught the first words.

    “…take the boat into international waters.”

    Ned homed in on the sounds and found himself peering out of the corner of his eye at the redhead’s stroller.

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