Black Sheep Boy
There was scuffling and girlish squeals from the back seat.
“Ouch,” cried Jenn.
Daisy let go of my hand, and looked in the rear-view mirror.
“May, stop taunting your sister,”
“What’s taunting? May replied.
“Never mind, just leave her alone.”
“We’re so bored,” added Jennifer. “Are we nearly there yet?”
“Should have arrived hours ago but everybody seems to be going the other way,” I replied.
“Why Normandy when all the cool beaches are in the south, Jenn inquired.
“First we pay our respects. Then we’ll head south.”
The twins fell momentarily silent.
Daisy squeezed my hand and smiled.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge proposed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This weeks prompt is © Sandra Crook. Thanks Sandra!