The ball sailed through the air in slow motion. Faster than either of us caught in that horrible time warp of fear.
The cracks in the glass just appeared. Like lightning shattering a clear night sky.
After staring at each other for an eternity, we set to work with the tape. If we did it just right, no one would notice. It was a good job, too. It must have been. We used the whole roll of tape before stepping back, satisfied with our handiwork.
Playing in our room we heard mom and dad come in.
“Boys! Get out here.”
I ended up writing two completely separate stories this week. The first didn’t come out the way I thought it should have, so in the end, it was deleted.
That said, it wasn’t a waste because the first story lead me to the second. I ended up liking it a lot more. Hope you like it too!
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.