Friday Fictioneers: That Day…


To read my previous attempt, click here

I remember the day when my dad purchase this old piece of clunker perfectly. There were more eye-rolling than talking on the car ride home. Every word my father said, my mother gave one of her famous eye-rolls. In the back, my sister was doing what she does best, copying mom. I felt so annoyed. “Can you stop?” I whispered and purposefully, she rolled her eyes at me. That was it. I threw myself at my sister. I could feel my parents jump in the front seat, startled. “Why are you always copying mom?” I shrieked, clawing her face.

(99 words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.

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