“So, which do you think I should pick? You reckon she will like the yellow one?”
“Maybe.” Walking right past the vase without so much as a glance.
“Come on, you didn’t even look at it. What’s with you?”
“You know very well the answer to that question.”
“Why can’t you leave things well alone?”
“I would if you stopped dragging me into the middle. She doesn’t want these silly gifts, she wants you, her daughter back home.”
“You know that’s not possible besides she has you.”
“Have it your way, do consider postage charges this time.”
I do apologise for my absence the last couple of months, life has been ….. anything but interesting.
For every comment not replied, for every like not acknowledged please bear no grudges for in a few days or so I shall hopefully explain myself properly.
This story is written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Sarah Ann Hall, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.