“I’m hungry,” he cries, a mixture of snot and ice cream caked around his nose.
His mother sighs and disengages a small grubby fist from her denim skirt. Spitting on a napkin, she begins to clean his little face. “Mikey, one ice cream cone is plenty. Go play with the kids.”
The boy hurries to join the others around the swing set.
His mother sits down on the bench. “That kid is always hungry.”
Silently, I watch the children play.
“You got any kids?” she asks, looking at me.
The sudden lump in my throat makes me dumb.
© 2017 All Rights Reserved Kate Loveton, Odyssey of a Novice Writer
Note: Story written in response to 100 Word Challenge hosted by Thin Spiral Notebook (here). This week’s prompt was to write a 100 word fiction story using the word “hungry.”