School Run

force children buggy bags through front door walk fast walk faster break into jog point out dog shit are we late mum no it’s fine just haven’t got time to spare paste on smile thank God for little green men catch whiff of B.O. curse new deodorant point out dog shit morning good morning hey there hello hi okay love see you at three thirty have a good day kiss air vacated at warp speed watch son get consumed by large green rectangular building breathe away lump in throat remember daughter fumble for rusk retrace steps traipse faeces through house

 

Lucy Goldring is a Northerner hiding in Bristol. A shorter version of “School Run” was shortlisted for the National Flash Fiction Day (UK) micro competition.

Photo Credit: Mike Carney

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