Leo stares down at the statue, his heart thumping uncontrollably while his brain struggles to come up with a good excuse of why the statue girl’s arms are detached from its body. “What do we say?” Sam asks Leo as he stares nervously at the kitchen window. Any minute now, when Leo’s mother sees them hovering the statue, she will drop what she’s doing and come out.
“What do we say?” Leo retorts, “What will you say? It was your idea to play baseball in the backyard.”
Sam points a finger at Leo, “Hey, it’s not my idea to hit the ball so hard that it severed her arms.”
“Hey!” Alex, the catcher, says loudly. “How about we just say nothing? When she asks, just shrug.” Sam and Leo stare at each other and then at Alex. Alex shrugs. “Let’s go somewhere else before your mom comes.” He picks up the ball lay beside the statue’s severed arms and begins walking away. He turns back and smiles. “When you scaredy cats are ready.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.