Welcome to Friday Fictioneers and this week’s 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
“There’s nothing like that there, darling. You shouldn’t lie.”
“I was close to it. I’m telling you it was huge. This big.” He jumped on the spot, reaching high with his fingertips.
“No, I was right next to it. I’m not lying.”
“We were there last week, right there.”
He retreated and stomped into his bedroom.
Later, on the local news, she saw it. A clockwork sculpture in the park. It towered above the reporter’s head.
She crept into his bedroom, kissed his forehead and covered his little form.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
A small smile lifted the end of his lips.