Matilda’s insisted on sticking out to him like a lime green umbrella in the gloom of a rainy autumn afternoon.
"What are you doing? I want to go." "Five minutes," he pulled open a drawer, it contents rattling against themselves. "No, now," she stood with purpose, but didn't move from the spot. Ben locked eyes on Lucy then slammed the drawer shut without a word. When he turned to another drawer and began to rifle… Continue reading Upgrade – Flash Fiction