The challenge: a hundred-word story about bullies, and only the weekend to write it. They're all posted over on terribleminds.com, but to be complete about things, I've put it here too.
“You should make something for the bake sale,” Janelle said. “It’s a good cause.”
Their daughters were on the soon to be torn down playscape.
It looked safe enough to Clarissa. “I’m not much of a baker,” she said. Money was a little tight this week.
“Heather looks grubby today,” Janelle said. “Didn’t Children’s Aid visit you once?”
“When her father was still around,” Clarissa said. Things were better now. “Maybe I can make some squares.” There might be brownie ingredients in the cupboard?
Underneath the playscape Heather threw a handful of sand. Caitlin ran, bawling, to her mother.