'Leo, where are my keys?'
The toddler gazed up in wide-eyed innocence.
Mel turned out her handbag.
'This is just a ruse, isn't it, to keep me from work.'
Leo climbed onto a stool and something clanked in the waste disposal.
'You didn't!'
Leo gurgled and went back to the television.
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
