Good Wednesday, my Readers! Sorry I missed last week but the inspiration just would not come to me. It happens. I rather skip out then produce dreck!
Thank you, always, to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her fabulous leadership. This boat would not float without her. This week, she chose Björn Rudberg’s lovely photo. Why don’t you try your hand at writing a 100-word story using the photo prompt? It’s so much fun and quite addictive. Click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs or simply click on the Blue Frog to add your story and check our other interesting takes…
Oh! And silly me! For those of you who celebrate, Merry Christmas! And a belated, well, it is the last day, Happy Chanukah to those who celebrate that! And Happy Whatever-It-Is-You-DO celebrate!
Genre: May be a true story (hangs head in shame)
Word Count: Never more, never less than 100
She felt it was safe to leave him home alone while she picked up his brother at school, a mere two blocks away. He’d had such a hissy-fit; she decided to leave him behind, watching his movie. There was no danger. She’d be gone 15-20 minutes, max. She told him to stay put, locked up and left.
She picked up her eldest, turned around to walk back home and there was her little one, boots on his feet, unzipped coat flapping and hat with its pom-pom bobbing, running towards her, tears streaming down his face.
“You left me all alone!”