Darlene, with a pink bow in her hair, was spun round three times before she stumbled towards the donkey picture.
While everyone was distracted, Marcus and Tommy dipped their fingers into the cake icing and savoured the sweet sugar rush.
Penny stood by the railings in a huff after she had lost out on Pass The Parcel and Musical Statues. It was her birthday after all.
Michael sat in his car watching. He was sweating. He knew he was doing wrong. He knew he should just drive away. He knew he was evil. But the urge wouldn’t leave him alone.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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