Going with the flow.

“Mummy why did Nemo leave home?” asked Ryan

“Cos’ he wanted his dad to see what a big boy he was,” I replied

“Why?” Ryan asked

“Because his dad said only adults could survive in the big blue ocean and Nemo thought that wasn’t true,” I replied trying to keep my patience at bay whilst fending off early signs of a blinding headache.

It was going to be one of those afternoons; when I wished my toddler would discover a hobby to keep him busy for an hour and won’t require my rescue skills.

“But Nemo wasn’t a big boy was he mummy, he got put in a bag and cried for his daddy like a big baby,” shrieked Ryan laughing at Nemo’s predicament.

“That’s what happens to little boys who don’t listen to their parents, they get into an awful lot of trouble like a tickling match for disturbing mummy when she’s doing the laundry,” I replied tickling his sides, his laughter floated through the house.

Laundry could wait awhile.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy. The photograph was provided and we are expected to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

Thanks Joy for hosting and  thank you Sonya for the photograph.

Thank you for stopping by.

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20 thoughts on “Going with the flow.

  1. I love this little conversation and the way things twist round at the end. The tickling session was lovely, and a reminder that children do need attention for some of the time. This clever mum definitely got her priorities right. Nicely done. 🙂

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