Happy Friday, Readers! Sorry to leave you hanging with my last story (Emmeline is a spy? Who knew?) but we’re making a jump back in time this week with Friday Fictioneers. We’re visiting a scene from Emmeline’s past. But don’t worry, I’ll return to the present soon. Enjoy!
The End Justified
“Aren’t you hot?”
Emmeline tugged at the sleeves of her sweater which hid the fingerprints her father had left on her arm. “No,” she lied.
Leann sighed dramatically and fell backwards onto the grass. “Well I’m boiling.” When Emmeline remained silent, she changed subjects. “Why can’t you come to my birthday party?”
Emmeline shrugged. “My dad said no.” Truth. “We’re visiting my grandma or something.” Lie.
“I still got you a present.” She pulled out a Polly Pocket from underneath her oversized sweater.
Leann’s squeal of delight banished any guilt she had for her light fingers.