It’s final exam week here at my university and as I sit here and proctor a reading exam, it seemed like a good chance to write some flash fiction. This is dedicated to my sister, whose birthday it is this Friday.
“Maybe I should call them.”
“Don’t call. They’ll have a great time home alone. We’re in France. Relax.”
“We should have brought them.”
“It took five years to save enough for us to come. We’d never save enough for all of us. Just go take a shower, get dressed up, and we’ll hit the town.”
She’d scarcely shut the bathroom door when he called internationally.
“Hey Dad,” his eldest said. “The plumber stopped the leak, but it’ll take a week to dry the basement out.”
“Okay. Call the insurance company. And do not tell your mother until we get back.”