A Swift Exit

A Swift Exit
By T. Delaplain

Crayon art hung on the refrigerator door next to the grimy finger prints. Ignoring the squeals of “she hit me”, reaching a crescendo from the play room, Emily washed one of twelve plastic Disney cups that appeared in the sink daily and swept up the Fruit Loops, again. “MOM!” The muddy footprints and smelly trash would have to wait.

Head pounding, Emily repeated, “Just breathe. Children are a blessing. This is the exact life I chose.”

Together they had agreed to this chaos, but their father had chosen the first exit, her name was Serenity … of course.

Photo credit @Lisa Fox

Care to play with us at Friday Fictioneers? Don’t let the noise, noise, noise or explosion of colors in our playroom deter you. Our hostess Rochelle Wisoff will give you 100 words to write your tale of chaos.

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  1. I liked the fruit loops and disney cups being mentioned because it really fit the colors in the image – and so did the fiction you gave us – but very sad the dad left….

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    1. I am so grateful that I have T, who actually did a lot of the day to day kid duties. God bless him. That photo prompt brought back all the feelings of being overwhelmed by two active kids. Thanks for commenting Dawn.

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