Half Done

You insist on doing the button of your polo shirt yourself. It takes long seconds and I am impatient. Come on, I have to get to work.

Wait, Mummy, wait.

I bundle you out the door, the button half done. A quick kiss at the school gates. Mummy loves you.

The train station is heaving with bodies. The click-click of power heels, suits rushing past – ‘scuse me, ‘scuse me.

A firecracker sounds, everybody drops. I stand confused, wishing I’d let you fix your button.

FF - 08.06.18 - train station
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

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I only managed 84 words this week, and I’m a bit late to the party but better late than never.

This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.

Face Time – Friday Fictioneers

FF - 28.11.17 toilet

PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

Face Time

‘Dinner will be ready soon. I’m getting in the shower.’

There was no response, just the muffled arguments of the boys in the living room. Those iPads were a blessing sometimes, Petra had to admit. There aren’t enough hours in the day to get it all done, and she was sure every mother called on the technology babysitter occasionally.

The hot water blasted her body and relaxed her muscles. A sigh of pleasure escaped.

The shower curtain was suddenly whipped back. Petra shrieked as she looked straight into her mother-in-law’s smiling eyes.

‘Grandma face-timed,’ little Billy said. 

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This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple. 

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.

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