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Home Alone – Friday Fictioneers

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!

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© Björn Rudberg

Genre:  May be a true story (hangs head in shame)

Word Count: Never more, never less than 100

Home Alone

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!”


The Culprit


129 thoughts on “Home Alone – Friday Fictioneers

  1. That’s such a cute story.
    And, adorable pic.
    I can imagine the mother’s reactions on spotting the cute, little child trying to find his lost mom.

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  2. Enjoyed your little “possibly true” episode. One of those shocks Moms get — children are great for that, being so unpredictable. A thousand times he sits there for an hour watching a movie, but just when you’re counting on it…

    But these things do happen. One time I when I visited my cousin in Edmonton, her son took us on a tour of the famous West Edmonton Mall…with how many miles of shopping on two levels. 🙂 They were ahead and I was trailing down the aisle after them when I spotted a little girl, maybe 4-5 coming toward me, all alone and crying, walking fast.

    It seemed a situation with dangerous potential. I hated to see a child alone like that, but felt so helpless, having no clue where the INFO booth was, whether the child was simply lagging behind her parents or what I as a stranger could accomplish?? Neither did I want to get side-tracked and lose touch with my cousin or I’d be lost, too.
    I didn’t think of my cell phone. Hindsight being 20/20, I could have asked her if she knew her parents’ cell number. But at the moment all I could think to do was say a prayer she’d connect with her family soon.

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  3. Such a cute kid!!! How adorable that he dressed himself in the proper outerwear before flaunting your instructions and braving the cold! I can see how Björn’s photo brought this story to mind. Well done!

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    • Oh, I worried, Alice… You know, it’s amazing how often they (the boys) stayed put in front of a movie for over an hour, never once looking for me… figures!


  4. I love the picture of him. I think he was quite sensible to put on his hat and coat. Putting on his boots himself no less. I have learned with grandchildren that they have a lot more common sense than I gave my sons credit for. And I think mothers sometimes are too hard on themselves. Yet these days children are not safe alone on the same neighborhood streets where my children could freely roam.

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    • So do I. I loved that hat! He was way more sensible than I ever thought he could be. He was maybe 3 or 4. I live in a very safe neighbourhood, but still. There were two streets to cross so…


  5. You’re right. These things do happen. When my daughter was 16 she had a minor car accident very late at night, and was afraid to drive herself home. My husband was a firefighter and my 11 year old son was asleep, so i left him ‘home alone’ to go get her. By the time i got home, he had already called his dad (that went over like a lead balloon). Thanks for the lovely story.

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  6. Don’t feel bad, Dale. It bothers me every time I think about leaving my keys in the car when I stopped at a gas station. My baby son was in there. The two idiots at the gas station just looked at me when I asked them to help and break a window if they had to. Fortunately, I could call my dad who came with the extra keys. I was so angry at those two guys at the station and with myself for forgetting the keys. Good writing. That’s a cute picture of the “culprit”. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2018. 🙂 —- Suzanne

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  7. Oh dear. The best laid plans…. You should take heart from the fact he put his coat and hat on, this shows he’s learnt some important lessons. And he knew where you were going and followed 🙂

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  8. As others have said, we’ve all done these things – mine nearly ran into a road while I Was returning a dropped hat to another parent; when he was a tiny baby he rolled off the bed, onto the floor (bang!) because I’d underestimated how much he could move.
    And yet, they survive – thrive – none the worse for their adventures. I admire your son’s tenacity – getting himself dressed up, undoing the door. Quite a kid!

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