“What does the rooster say , Trish”?
“Ummmm… the lion says rooooaarrrr!” replies the 2.4 year old Trish.
“Come on Trish ,all your friends know it . They will laugh at you if you don’t learn it.Also, your teacher in play school will say ‘shame on Trish’. ”
“Mamma , I don’t want to learn it . ”
“What do you mean ? You HAVE TO learn it .” mother shouts , with clear imprints of impatience on her face.
Trish bursts into tears .
” Cock-a-doodle -doo! . Just repeat it . Why is it so hard for you to remember?”
Trish’s words are inaudible under her shadow of tears .
“Say it loud and clear, Trish! I don’t have the time to sit with you all evening.”
“I will tell papa, mamma doesn’t love me”
“Just tell me what the rooster says , then we can play with your blocks and play dough ”
“I will not play with you .”Trish’s tears gives way to an angry frown.
“Look at the picture of this King rooster. In the morning, it wakes up everyone at the farm and greets them with a ” cock-a-doodle-doo” .
“I want to go to the farm .”
“I will take you one day , Trish “.
“I want to go now!!”and a fresh bout of tears.
Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #26 where participants are required to write a flash fiction piece under 200 words, inspired by the photo prompt.
Photo courtesy : April Morgue File 1de859369fba353649457fde024c5146 svklimkin
Thanks to rogershipp for hosting the challenge