We (I) are (am) still trying to restore normalcy to the microcosm. In the meantime, I’m back at Friday Fictioneers (Thanks, Rochelle!).
Kind or Stupid?
Daddy and Mama share different viewpoints. Daddy calls me kind; Mama calls me stupid.
Right now, I believe Mama because I sure didn’t (totally) believe her when she “re”-told me that Gwen and Noelle were evil micreants.
Yet here I am ditched in an alley. I was in the way. Voila. I’m not anymore.
“Do you need help?” He looks like a young Russell Crowe.
His eyebrow arcs.
“Yes?” I try again.
“Are you sure?”
He smiles. Sigh.
“Perhaps a pint at the pub will help your decision making?”
I sincerely hope Mama’s wrong this time.