rochellewisoff FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PRESENTS FOR YOUR READING ENJOYMENT (OR NOT) 100 WORDS (OR SLIGHTLY OVER) BY YOURS TRULY ON THE BELOW… THINKING CAP ON RAMBLY!
“Rochelle, we shouldn’t be here, what if they come home?”
“Ted, stop panicking, you’re such a wimp”.
“They left the lamps on, it’s daylight outside, who does that, please?”
Rochelle studied the contents of the kitchen, running her fingers over the bench, the empty jars and gazed out of the window.
This would be her house someday, when she grew up and married Ted.
Pimply skinned and 13, Ted was oblivious to her agenda.
“Please, he pleaded, can we just go, it’s freaking me out”.
Rochelle paused staring at the lamps.
Perhaps I need to marry someone willing to take risks.
“OK already”.
104 words (oops)
For: 
Ramblings From A Mum 