A Leaky Faucet
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 8 May 2015
Photo Credit: Madison Woods
Walking around old neighborhood, I spotted a familiar figure tending her roses. She was still a looker after all these years.
“Hello, Mrs. Robinson. I did chores for you back in the day.”
“Bryce! You’re back!”
I remembered the last time I worked on her yard. I got wet fixing a leaky faucet. She told me to go inside and take off my clothes to dry. Then one thing led to another until it happened. Of course, it was just my imagination. Or was it?
“Cody!” Mrs. Robinson yelled at the boy staring from the window. “Come meet your daddy.”