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Friday Fictioneers – Coming of Age

ff110614‘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.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.