Still struggling through a bad patch inspiration-wise, but I couldn’t stay away from Friday Fictioneers another week – I missed you guys.
Thanks to Rochelle for all her efforts and for her gentle encouragement when some of us fall by the wayside. 🙂
“Don’t patronise me – I’m the parent here.”
“Fine,” I said, throwing the keys on the table. “Go ahead – kill yourself.”
She grabbed them and I heard tyres squealing as she left.
Bill looked at me. “That went well, hon…”
“She shouldn’t be driving… she doesn’t pay attention these days.”
“Maybe a softer approach though? You know what she’s like…”
So I went after her.
When I saw the wreck, I leaned my head on my steering wheel, remembering those final cruel words.
A grimy face appeared at the passenger-window.
“Damn’ near did, kiddo,” she said, grinning, “how ‘bout that ride now?”