THE WATCHER
“He was there again today, Mum!”
Davey’s voice preceded him down the
hall, followed by the slam of the front door, the thud as his schoolbag hit the
floor, and finally his appearance in the livingroom.
Sandra turned the television down a fraction.
“Who was, Davey?”
“That man who watches me, I told you.
Can’t you fetch me in the car?”
“You’re big enough to cycle home,
Davey, and anyway, I’m too busy.”
The next day there were no homecoming
sounds, but by the time Sandra realised, it was too late.
They found Davey’s bike still chained
to the lamp-post.
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Each week Rochelle posts a photo prompt on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ which dozens of Friday Fictioneers use to inspire 100 word stories. Thaks to Jellico's Stationhouse for this week's image. Follow the blue froggy link on Rochelle's blog to read the others after leaving a comment here :)
