Welcome to Friday. Today the sun is shining, and I have another little offering for Friday Fictioneers, the 100-word flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I am still trying to stick to exactly one hundred words, which gives me practice at editing! No fairies this week, just general fiction. This week’s photo prompt is courtesy of Claire Fuller, so please respect her copyright, and if you fancy joining in, the rules can be found at Rochelle’s blog.
He was always a climber, my son Robbie. At two, he’d drag over a chair to raid the fridge. By three he made it onto the kitchen counter and into every cupboard. I saved him from being crushed when he scaled the bookshelf just for the hell of it.
I thought he’d become a mountaineer, or join the circus as a high-wire walker.
Instead I’m squirming on a hard plastic chair at the police station. He was seen climbing out of a window at the Ritz after relieving some duchess of her diamonds – never did think of the consequences.