Today’s words are: ALLOW – SPILL – SKID.
My ongoing story:
Teeny remained seated on the bin, holding his mobile, albeit forgotten, until his mum arrived, her car tempted to skid as it pulled up behind him.
“Chris?” she said, scrambling out. “Are you ok?”
He looked up slowly, disbelieving everything. Then he nodded. She dropped to her knees to hug him, something he wouldn’t normally have allowed, especially in public, but wasn’t thinking straight.
“So,” she said, ruffling his hair. “What’s your crazy old gran gone and done now?”
Teeny took a deep breath and spilled it all. Well, almost – leaving out what he’d been doing in the bathroom.