It cannot be. I am posting on the same day as the picture prompt is posted and not two minutes before the party’s over? It must be a dream.
Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers! And thanks to Dawn for a very cool, colorful pic!
The Right Thing
Anna homed in on the barn. The moment Maxie locked herself in her bedroom, she’d known what he’d done. How could he have no respect, no caring, for them?
Surprised, he glanced up from the engine he was repairing, wiped his hands on a raggedy towel.
“How could you?” she asked.
“She’s a kid.”
He nodded. “Which is why I told her Josh was the best man I knew.”
“You didn’t tell her you’re her father?”
“Hell no. I’m not a complete loser.”
She swallowed her anger, gratified a vestige of the boy she loved remained.
end (98 words)
I’ve been sitting on this for 30 minutes (not literally) because I
hate am unhappy with the last line, but I’m letting it go now.