However, we are all better. Oldest is safely off to camp, and my two little ones are playing tag in the living room (not so safely). In between crying spells when they inevitably crash into the wall or the table, here's my 100 word story for the week!
The prompt: The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered
The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered by all the luggage—everyone was going home. He recognized it immediately. It was hers. The girl he’d been trying to talk to all week. But she was shy, and all his attempts to impress her had gone unnoticed.
He dug the glove from under the pile and looked desperately across the courtyard for her. She was standing by a car, staring at the ground, her other glove in her hand. He jogged over, heart in his throat. “You dropped this.”
She smiled shyly at him, taking the glove. “Thank you.”
Now see how everyone else did it!