SIDERIUS CLASSIC 100-WORD
COMPETITION, 2024
My wife’s screams would normally have me grabbing a rat trap but she left me, taking the kids.
“Here you go.” I break a chunk from a block of tasty cheddar.
Rattie’s whiskers twitch at the attempt to slake both our loneliness.
“Daddy. We miss you. Are you sad on your own?” My kids call.
“Miss you too.”
Whiskers tickle. My mate’s sitting on my shoulder, munching a chunk.
“But I’m not on my own.”