Mom: This way. Hurry up. We’ll be late.
Big Brother: Oh, shiny! Wheeeee.
Little Brother: Mooooom. Brother’s going off on his own again.
Mom: Ignore him. He’ll come running once he sees we’ve gone. We don’t have time to wait for him.
Little Brother: But Mom, he’s having more fun!
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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