“Time for dinner, kids,” I called from the dining room and waited for the pattering of steps and the cheerful laughter but none came. “I made you all’s favorite, pizza with marshmallows,” I lied but still, no sound of my boys come running into the room. Something was up. “Boys?” I called as I entered the living room. They were sitting on the window-sit, staring outside at the white snowy landscape.
“Where’s mommy?” My youngest, Jacob, asked.
“Oh, mommy’s stuck at the airport, kiddo. Don’t worry, she’ll be home as soon as this snow stops. Now, let’s go eat.”
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.