It was a perfect day to have all of her friends from her kindergarten class over to celebrate Cheryl’s fifth birthday. Her mother planned all kinds of games to keep the fifteen or so kids occupied. Games like musical chairs, duck-duck-goose, a sack race, an egg and spoon race. She even rented one of those inflatable bounce houses and hired a clown to juggle and make balloon animals. She also set up a piñata filled with candy for the kids.
All of the kids were running around having a great time. But all Cheryl wanted to do was play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey.
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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.
“I’m so proud of our daughter,” Gloria said. “Look at her swim. She’s like a fish out of water.”
Craig pointed to what was left of the old, decrepit structure. “That’s the house that my great great grandfather built when he first came out west,” Craig said. “He got the land through the Homestead Act of 1862.”
The police chief stepped up to the microphone at the hastily called press conference in front of the synagogue where the incident took place.
The police received a call about a suspicious-looking trash bag sitting atop a snow bank created when the snowplow cleared a narrow road after an early spring snowstorm blanketed the city under a foot of heavy, white snow.