My contribution to Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers…

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen!” he announced proudly. “I’m fourteen and our new home has fourteen steps. Isn’t that the best?”

She smile and ruffled his hair before unlocking the front door. This was to be their dream home. But then again, the last one was supposed to be, and the three before that. They’d had to move and hide over and over, but this time, this time it would work. She was sure of it.

“Come in and check out your bed-” She stopped short.

“Hi, Glenda. I see you brought my boy home to me.” He had found them again.

Click the frog, please!


 

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