Her shirt clings darkly, as she guns the car away from the nursery.
“…but we’ve not seen Stevie today, we assumed he was ill…”
It had been Joe’s turn to drop him off. Where the hell was he?
Anger curdles into fear.
Joe’s been distracted recently, stressed out. You read about people disappearing… surely not with Stevie?
Working from home, perhaps? No car on the drive
She heads for Joe’s office, as an ambulance races by.
The horrified group surrounding Joe’s car say it all.
An old man… Joe…? stumbles towards her.
“I forgot, Karen… he was asleep in the back.”
Back home, I was out taking frosty pics early this morning – makes a change from sand in your shoes, I guess. Thanks to Rochelle, Friday Fictioneers kicks off once again. Catch her blog radio interview if you get the chance – worth a listen.