Skedaddle

William complained he was heartily sick

of lingering at home. I wracked my brains

for something entertaining to do. William

was too old to be fobbed off with a

childish visit to the park. But we had no

money for anything lavish. I suggested

we go and stroll around the mall and do

some window shopping. William agreed

to this. We could have hot chocolate at

some fast food joint, that wouldn’t cost

the earth, and maybe a double serving

of French fries. I told William to put on

some fresh clothes. He made an ugly

face at that. I grabbed the house keys,

and we skedaddled into the empty street.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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