‘Come-on sleepy head, time to get up.’
‘Wha-?’
‘Can you take Charlie to football practice? I need to run the girls to hockey and ballet.’
‘Wha-?’
‘Come-on, Steve, it’s nearly nine o’clock.’
‘Nine o’clock? For fuc ...’ Steve reluctantly opened his eyes.
A small boy wearing a Liverpool top was staring at him.
‘We’re going to be late,’ Charlie said.
‘We’re?’
‘If you’re going to be our new dad you better pull your socks up.’
‘Dad?’
‘Did you enjoy last night, Steve?’ Susie asked.
‘What? Yeah.’
‘Then think of it as a ready-made family.’
‘Ready-made family?’
‘Come-on, they’ll be late!’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
Yeah, looks like Steve got more than he bargained for! Great story, Rob!
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