Daddy’s Coming Home


Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Fetch the last one,” Ellie ordered. Her little brother dragged the huge cushion over.
She heaved it on top of the rest. “That’s a great den,” she announced. “Daddy’ll never find us in here.”
They heard the front door opening. “Quick! Get in, he’s coming.”
Giggling, they crawled under the haphazard heap.
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. The children stifled more giggles. The footsteps stopped.
“Daddeee!” They called quietly. “Where are we?”
Smiling, Mr Barnes glanced at the photograph of his little cherubs on the desk. “Soon be home time. I wonder what the little rascals have been up to?”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.


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