This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan.
‘Mooommm!’ Chris yelled from his bedroom. ‘You seen my milk?’
‘It’s on the table by the energy bill where you left it!’
‘Yeah, right, course. Thanks!’
Chris came barreling down the stairs, skidding on his socks in the hall and doing a neat pirouette before entering the lounge.
His mother, a model of yesteryear, came out of the kitchen, telling him to be careful not to do any damage to himself.
The carton was on the table, and pulling out the antenna, Chris shoved it in his ear and let the rejuvenating liquid revive his flagging batteries.