“Of all the places I thought I would end up on New Year’s Eve…”
Bobby shuffled his feet, and stuffed his hands in his pocket to mark his frustration. He would have kicked the bowling ball that lay at his feet except he knew how much that actually hurt.
“What was that?” Daniel turned around to regard his teenage son.
“I don’t want to be here!”
Daniel sighed. “We have this discussion every year, and every year you end up enjoying yourself. Look, we are going to see in the New Year the same way we always do. That is, a family night bowling.”
“My friends are having a party…”
“And you are bowling. Now, it is your go.”
Bobby snatched up the ball while making a noise of anger. When he saw all of the pins fall down a grin started to spread on his features. That was the moment that he decided if his parents were so determined to ruin his New Year’s Eve, he was certainly going to destroy them at their chosen game. “Bring it on!”
Daniel turned to Susan and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I told you we would see him smile tonight!”
This is a new challenge that has been started called flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner. You are given the first line and a photo. In other words, this is very much like the Monday, finish the story challenge that is still so sorely missed. Make sure you get behind this one and keep it going 🙂