Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
‘I want to go on the dodgems. The bright purple one looks best.’
She grins, looking to her older brother. ‘Pretty please?’ As she jumps up and down, then waves her little hands.
‘You’ve got the money, haven’t you. And I’m sure we’ve enough.’
She wheedles her older brother. And it always works.
‘Look, it’s stopping.’
She grabs his hand and almost drags him over to the pretty bright purple bumper car.
She jumps in. She’s always the driver, even though she can only just reach that pedal. Then he pays that tall guy, and they are off. Broom, broom!
~~~~~
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 