(100-word flash fiction)
I got up early to make Mummy a marmalade sandwich with a heart hole for Mother’s Day. Daddy called it Yellow Heart. He said it would make Mummy very happy when she got home.
It’s 8 o’clock and Mummy isn’t home yet, so Daddy made me a peanut butter sandwich. But, I was still hungry so I started to eat Mummy’s sandwich too, when the doorbell rang.
But it’s not Mummy, it’s a policeman with his hat in his hand. Why is he whispering to Daddy while staring at me?
Is Mummy not coming back because I ate her sandwich?
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* Apparently, on SnapChat, Yellow Heart means you are #1 best friends with each other :)
** Written for Friday Fictioneers.
