A Pick Me Up
“The meeting is weeks away but Her Royal Highness wants the presentation tomorrow.” I fumed. “And I’ve got guests for dinner.”
“In the middle of the week?” Exclaimed Rita, a colleague.
“Exactly!” I wasn’t done grumbling. “There’s shopping, homework, cooking and he’s working late. Hell!”
“A working mother’s life!” Rita waved goodbye.
I maneuvered the car home, adding one more to my list – couldn’t somebody open the damned gate?
Our neighbor’s son, about seven, tapped on the window.
He held up a fistful of crushed periwinkles.
“For me?” I gaped.
He nodded and ran off to open the gate.
Based on a true incident 🙂
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Dale for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.