Image courtesy of Ted Strutz
‘What am I supposed to do with loaves and fishes?’ I swallow the hot lump that rises in my throat. Soon the kids will be home, hungry, not that this is a home, with the endless smell of mildew. The wallpaper blackening and curling.
‘I suppose you can’t turn water into wine either?’ Rob trails kisses along my collarbone.
‘You’re always hoping for a miracle.’ I push him hard. ‘Get a real job.’
‘I’ll get a book deal.’
Rob tears open the post. As he reads a smile stretches across his face. ‘You know that miracle you were hoping for?’
Yesterday I wrote a blog post about Friday Fictioneers which you can read here.
A writer’s life is not an easy one! Loaves & Fishes was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly 100 word flash fiction challenge inspired by a photo prompt. You can read the other entries over a host Rochelle’s blog here.