I’ve gone for a piece of flash fiction from the word prompt this time:
It’s more than 50 words and doesn’t tie in with the photo prompt, so I think I’m cheating a bit.
She had serious misgivings when she saw the familiar hunched figure approaching her cashier window.
She knew she’d soon be hearing another sob story of an unreasonable landlord, abusive boyfriend or simply no money, and the need for a place to stay.
It was always the same, always when she had to work the night shift, her daughter knowing she didn’t like confrontation or to be embarrassed, especially at work.
So with a heavy heart she handed over her spare flat key and said she’d be home shortly after midnight.
As it turned out, it was gone 1 am before she got back.
The flat was in darkness and she wasn’t that surprised when she turned on the light.
The place had been trashed, drawers and cupboards left yawning open, their contents strewn on the floor. Her bedroom was a mess, bedding ripped and torn, having been thoroughly searched for anything of value that could be sold or pawned to raise a few bucks.
She flopped down in the middle of it all.
Nick let himself in and put his arms round her.
‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ he said.
‘Your hunch paid off this time. After you called, I managed to get your Mum’s jewellery case, your emergency box and a few small personal things out before she and her friends turned up. Best you stay with me tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch. Tomorrow we’ll get the lock changed.’