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.
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.