A new prompt was posted today for Friday Fictioneers. No need to wait, right?
100 words exactly.
The smooth plastic handle slipped into my hand as my daughter helped me, wide-eyed. Stuffed animal surgery happened at the kitchen table on a semi-weekly basis, but this was a new field. Electronic repair was not my forte, but her recital was next week.
The case snapped back together; the power light lit with a cheery red glow. I looked into her huge, hopeful blue eyes and smiled.
“Next time, sweetie, the fish stay in the bowl. While I’m sure they appreciated the concert, fins make it hard for them to play along with Chopin.”