Trish hums to herself as she buckles a sleeping Corby into his car seat. The remains of the picnic hamper are in the boot and Kev is having a few last laughs with Rick.
They’d been coming to the Beaurepaires family Christmas picnic for three years, and Kev two years before that. It was always a family affair and everyone got along well together. There were the usual games like egg and spoon, the three-legged race and salterhebble the obstacle course. But the highlight for her was Vince Martin live, singing Winter Wonderland. That man can sing any time for me, thought Trish wistfully.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
To step in and out of the tyres on an obstacle course.
One who sidles up to your table with roses for sale.