‘Ouch, watch it!’ yelled the patient reclining in his chair.
Ted Chezbluski was distracted.
‘Sorry, Mr Preston. Could you just open a touch wider, please? We’re nearly done.’
Ted’s breath froze as he spotted her being escorted from the noon ferry; he prayed that Bill was ready.
In the blink of an eye she was gone: bundled into a waiting white van, her distant shrieks muffled by a thick grey blanket – Bill had been ready. A small, guilty smile broke out over Ted’s face.
He was sure Ted Jr. would enjoy his birthday present.
If he didn’t, he would.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.