The carer sighs.
“That cat’s licking the rice pudding, Miriam. I’ve told you before – when you’ve had enough of something, wrap it in cling-film and put it away. She shouldn’t be on the table anyway – it’s unhygienic.”
The scowling tabby is deposited on the floor.
Miriam smiles. “Tabitha’s a bully, but I love her.”
Wiping Miriam’s face with a damp flannel, the carer catches sight of her fragile, bruised wrists.
“And I suppose your bully of a son caused those,” she says. “So where is he today?”
“In the cellar. But I remembered to wrap him in cling-film.”
I wrote a new piece for this week’s re-run prompt; my last response to the photo can be found at A Word in Your Furry. Here’s wishing a very happy Christmas to all our happy band of writers, including the fairy on the top of the Friday Fictioneers’ Christmas tree, Rochelle. I hope that you all find whatever you’ve been wishing for beneath your own Christmas tree. We find ourselves sitting on our balcony, sipping Rioja and contemplating a different variety of tree this year. 🙂