Field Trip

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“There it is!” Gary pointed.

Mrs. Thomas’s arm moved on its own accord to grab him. Experience. Habit. Instinct. Who knows. But by the time her hand touched fabric, the upper part of the boy’s body was protruding out of the window.

“Careful, Gary!” Her voice was soft but her pulling arm meant business.

Gary, now flat onto his seat and the window shut, could only pout.

“We will be stopping,” Mrs. Thomas soothed, “and everyone will be able to see Sign Cabin up close.”

and safely… she exhaled, firm hand on wriggly wrist. Not on my watch!

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo credit: Dale Rogerson

15 thoughts on “Field Trip

  1. Welcome back!! So glad to find you in my inbox (actually, I know there is another that I have to get to, too!)

    Wonderful story, to boot. Kids… they do like to challenge our nerves, don’t they?

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    • Yeah, kids will be kids, and some of them are more a handful (literally, sometimes…) than the others … 🙂
      Nice to be back – it’s a touch-and-go time on many fronts, so we’ll see how my ‘attendance’ in the squares will be, but I shall try. xx

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    • Thanks, Keith. The last year has been … oy. But … it is nice to find some space to poke my head into the blog again. And … yep, he’s a lively one … And, I’m sure she’s quite used to his antics (she WAS sitting next to him for a reason, I bet!) 🙂

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