Sneaking past Ms. Trindle

The yard behind the orphanage had a post-diluvial character, with old chairs haphazardly scattered about in the overgrown grass, as if deposited by an ancient flood. With aplomb, Timothy surveyed the landscape. Sneaking past Ms. Trindle while she activated her credit card had been easier than he’d expected.

Glancing around, the boy felt assured that nobody was in the vicinity. No bullies, no patronizing orphanage staff, nobody. Smiling, he pulled a napkin from his pocket and unwrapped it to find the tasty tidbits of food he’d pilfered from the adults’ fancy breakfast.

This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:

27 thoughts on “Sneaking past Ms. Trindle”

      1. ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’
        You are welcome
        Wishing you a glorious Sunday
        I must charge my phone now
        Taking a short road trip.

    1. ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป Luanne ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’• ~ aw, thanks! Interestingly, I had the most difficulty with ‘activate’ – I had to think about that one


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