Kelly’s feet ached. The soles on her shoes needed repairing; Frankie Jr’s front teeth needed straightening.
‘Five minutes, Kelly.’
The manager’s words were sympathetically delivered, but she knew she couldn’t take advantage. Not if she wanted to keep this job.
There was one last card to write – it was always the hardest. Christmas was just about the only time Kelly and her mother acknowledged each other’s existence these days. Some years she wondered why they bothered at all. But then she would remember the times before it went bad, and then she’d cry, and then she’d write the card.
‘Break over, Kelly. Table five’s waiting.’
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.
Merry Christmas to all my friends on FF, especially Rochelle, who continues to be the most gracious of hosts for our weekly scribbles.