This week, man.
Another tough one.
Anyway, it’s Friday and the weekend starts tomorrow. As for now, enjoy a little Friday Fictioneers action. Thanks, as always, to Rochelle Wissof-Fields for hosting.
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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
Stuck in the Middle
“Hey, dad?” Jenny lowered her sandwich as another car rumbled over the bridge they picnicked under.
“John says that construction job is still open if you want it.”
As he took the time to finish his beer and pull the last one out of the cooler, she noticed more grey in his hair. “Why does he care?”
“‘Cause he’s your brother.” Appetite gone, she re-wrapped her food.
He took another pull of liquid lunch. “He shoulda thought o’ that ‘fore he got me fired the last time.”
Jenny sighed. “You two need to start talking again.”
Her father shrugged.