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.

17 thoughts on “Half Done

  1. I like your use of second person narrative – it works very well for this piece, keeping the story close to home and very emotional. All parents have been there – rushing about, just trying to get them out the door – and we’ve all had panicked moments too, filled with regret. You wrote this so well

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