She could see it across the yard, she knew she had to, but that didn’t make it any easier
She knew what waited, it wasn’t her first time heading to the shed
Every few weeks it was required of her, the expectation had been set for years
She slowly walked across the yard, dragging her feet through the grass listening to it swish against her converse sneakers
She slowly reached out toward the door, one last beseeching look toward her father, but no, he would not give way, she would have to get the mower and deal with the lawn
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Neil MacDonald
Nice misdirection
Iain
Very good. I was dreading something more sinister, and relieved at the chuckle at the end!
Bill
One must do as one must. Well done.
chioma
Nicely done.
I expected worse.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Dear Tara,
Great build of tension and misdirect. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Linda Kreger
For a minute there, I thought there was going to be some old-fashioned discipline in the woodshed 🙂 I’m really glad it ended as it did 🙂