‘Where do rocks come from?’
‘I said, where do rocks come from?’ Sally pushed ineffectually on her dad’s leg, trying to take his attention away from the phone in his hand.
‘Sally, I have to some important work stuff, can you go annoy your mum?’
‘Mum went to the shop.’
‘Fine, but I’m busy, so can you please go away?’
Sally stared at her dad, disgust etched across her face, but he didn’t even glance in her direction. After a few seconds, she unleashed a snort of fury, turning and stomping away.Continue reading “Stuck In The Mud”