These things always happened to her. According to the story they weren’t due back yet. She was only half way through the porridge. She hadn’t yet got to the bit where she broke the chair or they found her in the youngsters bed. If only they’d kept to the script none of this would have happened. She’d panicked when Baby Bear had roared like that and shot him. When Mummy and Daddy Bear had rushed towards her she’d fired twice more.  Looking at the bloody mess on the kitchen floor she wondered if she had time to finish the porridge?


Day 9 of my Drabble Project. Story 24.


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