… ‘And these beautiful vases and pots are shaped by the students of our pottery class,’ the teacher proudly droned on.
‘Damn, stupid kid used the family insignia! How did she even remember?’ I hear Mark’s frustration.
Please no. I cant do it again. ‘No one will make the connection,’ I plead.
‘We can’t take the chance.’
The next day the school’s website proudly displayed the vase, with the dotted yellow cornucopia featuring prominently.
We started packing. The federal agents would be here soon.
New place. New identity.
In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers prompt of 3rd November, based on a photo by Sarah Ann Hall