The long walk home

Something was wrong. His steps home were slow, unsure, bent under the weight of the world. Worry lines etched his forehead as fear peeked out of sad wet eyes.

“What’s wrong my darling?”

“Ahmed,” was all he said.

“Did you two have a fight?”

“He’s my best friend,” he spluttered, the teetering tears pouring out.

“I know that. Why are you crying?”

“Someone said his nana can’t come here so he says his daddy said if nana can’t come they may have to go away. I don’t want him to go mom. Why can’t his nana come? I like her. She makes yummy chicken.”

“Don’t worry sweetie. I’m sure that’s not going to happen. Uncle’s just a little upset right now.”

“I think it’s silly. Just cause his family goes to their church place on Friday instead of Sunday, that’s no reason to not like them. Some grownups are silly.”

 

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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers based on photo prompt by Jessica Haines.