“Screw you guys, I’m going home.”
Timmy pouted and stormed across the field. Never a good sport. The apple of mummy’s eye, wrong sat with the world, not him.
Behind Timmy’s back, Davy extended his middle finger and held his tongue. Anything said would be held against him in the court of adults. His brother the golden son. The youngest. Their mother constantly nagged Davy to play with snot. No one wanted to play with a spoiled dobber.
“Good ridden,” said their neighbour and Davy’s best mate as he kicked a soccer ball between his feet, “Lets go to mine before he comes back. I have a new X-box game.”
Mission accomplished. A fun afternoon without the brat. Their plan a success.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
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