PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
‘What’s happening? Why are they doing that?’ Jesse’s pale as his shirt, hands pressed to the dashboard.
I could tell him everything, but the truth would make him argumentative, make him cling harder to this dying planet.
‘It’s okay,’ I lie. ‘Something spooked them.’
He makes the cough-laugh he does when he’s nervous and trying to hide it. ‘Maybe they know something we don’t.’ He peers into the car seat. ‘How can she doze through all that?’
As I restart the engine, I pray our baby sleeps through all that’s to come.
I wish we could.
Written for Rochelle Wissoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the pic and write a story of 100 words or fewer. Good clean fun had by all.