Time for a Walk "Honey, the sitter's here! We're leaving now," mom called out. Billy rolled his eyes and blew the head off another alien. He was 12-years-old and didn't need a sitter anymore. It was an insult to his intelligence.Time for a Walk5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hearing the door shut and the clacking of heels on the wood floors, he diverted his attention for but a moment to glance over. He watched for more than a moment.
The woman who walked into the living room had to be in her mid 20's with curly blonde hair a red dress. She caught his eye as she approached and waved. Embarrassed for staring, he turned back to the TV and continued playing.
She moved in front of him, almost blocking the TV.
"Hello, Billy. My name is Gloria. I'll be looking after you tonight," she said in a pleasant voice. Billy tried to ignore her and shrugged.
With a sigh, she picked the remote off the coffee table and turned off the TV.
"Hey!" he complained.
"Hay is for horses. Now, why don't we go and get some fr