Darla ran up to her father and threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you!” she yelled, barely able to contain her excitement.
“My pleasure, sweetie,” Bill said. “I know you wanted to see this band perform live, so I got tickets for you and your mother, who will go with you to the arena tonight.”
A few hours later, Bill’s son got an alert on his iPhone. He read it, ran into the den, and handed it to his father. “Oh my God!” Bill screamed when he read about the mass shooting currently underway at the arena.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.