“This one, this is it” Maive pressed her cheek against the elegant pile, a sweet smile on her lips. Her hat teetered and fell to the ground, point first.
“Move over, I’ve got this.” I flicked my hair behind my shoulders, wrapped my arms around the towering roll and pulled. Maive smirked at my efforts but I wrestled it from its resting place and laid it out. I may be small but I am one strong lady.
Maive audibly gasped and jumped onto the rug. Her eyes glowed, her arms sprang up, fingers spread and she cried, “You coming? Or are you walking home?”
PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
I wrote this as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a short story (just 100 words) based on the photo prompt provided.
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