At two thirty, she leaned over the banister of her front porch and watched the yellow school bus slowly make its way down the narrow street of Cherry Drive. The brakes squeaked as the bus came to a halt in front of her house.
The last seven hours had been unbearable, spent scrubbing down countertops, vacuuming underneath furniture, and tossing spoiled milk from the refrigerator all to keep from worrying if she’d packed enough food for his lunch, if the other children teased him for his missing front tooth, if his jacket was warm enough in the air-conditioned classroom.
He disembarked the bus—holding onto the bar and jumping because the stairs were too steep for him to simply step down. He ran across the yard and hopped two steps onto the front porch and into her outstretched arms.
“I learned a new song today, Mommy.”
“Ah, what’s that?”
“The wheels on the bus go round and round!” he sang as she carried him into the house.
word count: 168
This is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration.
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