I'm Not Their Dad
Bubbles. There shouldn’t have been any. He moved the tube slightly in the basin. The patch was okay, but there was another puncture. How come he hadn’t noticed it when he checked, before he did all the work with the French chalk and the sandpaper and the glue? He stood up, water was dripping off the ends of his fingers. He kicked the basin across the floor.
She was in the kitchen, making sandwiches. The kids would be home soon.
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Bubbles. There shouldn’t have been any. He moved the tube slightly in the basin. The patch was okay, but there was another puncture. How come he hadn’t noticed it when he checked, before he did all the work with the French chalk and the sandpaper and the glue? He stood up, water was dripping off the ends of his fingers. He kicked the basin across the floor.
She was in the kitchen, making sandwiches. The kids would be home soon.
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To read the complete story on McStorytellers, click here.
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