Flash Fiction: Tent

It won’t be possible, darling.

I get it. Will see ya soon. Bye!

Bye!

I sighed. My husband was going to have a hard time explaining it to our son. I felt sad.

Joey is such a nice child. He never makes demands, never throws tantrums. He only ever asks us for something once in a year – on his birthday. This year, he wanted a tent. We agreed. It was his tenth birthday after all.

I drove to the mall. My jaw dropped when I saw the price tags of the tents. There was no way we could afford one. I had called my husband to inform him that our son’s present was out of our reach. Being the optimist that he is, my husband told me not to worry and come back home.

Now, when I get back, I see the mess in front of me. I see my little Joey giggling and rolling around under the mess. Then it struck me. Joey did get his present.

That mess was a tent….


Word Count: 175

Prompt:

FFfAW Challenge – 201st

31 comments

  1. I just found out this afternoon that InLinkz is doubling the price of their membership and I have decided I am not going to pay it. There will be no more FFfAW challenges. Thank you so much for your participation and I am so glad that I got to know you!

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