This is Rochelle’s sixth week hosting Friday Fictioneers – how time has flown. And another great photo prompt, from Rochelle herself. I know I’m early this week, but I can never tell just how reliable my internet connection will be – and today it’s fairly fast. Never look a gift horse… as they say. 🙂
She’d been a pain in the butt all afternoon – constant grizzling, whining and foot-stamping.
‘Want, want, want’.
She’s the spit of her mother, I thought uncharitably, glaring back down the street at her, all pink, tear stained cheeks and jutting lip.
“Come this minute,” I snapped, “or you can find your own way home.”
Another thing her mother does well.
She stayed; I went round the corner, waited, counting to five.
And that was all it took.
The world ended in that frosty December twilight, as tyres screeched, doors slammed and rear lights sped off into the evening rush-hour.