Pangs of conscience. They come at the worst times. Looking down at her face...no, you can't do it. She's your little sister! Frowning a little, you get ready to leave.
"Um...we'll play a little later. I need to get something to eat." Oddly, you hear her tummy growl. She looks down, then at you.
"I want something too!" She stands up, and rubs her middle. "My tummy hurts." Her eyes are fixed on you...something strange in them. You have a distinct urge to run.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.11 seconds at 1:07am on Jan 31, 2025 via server WEBX1.