It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The dark clouds rolled in. She had better hurry and find them. Oh, where were they? What mischief had they got themselves in now?
The wind had picked up again. Her skirts billowed out. She brushed them down with one hand. It was tough hanging onto her umbrella with the other.
“Why did I take this job?” She muttered. “What was wrong with my noggin?”
The wind blew her higher, her feet almost touching rooftops. She peeked in windows as she drifted past.
“Damn kids!” Oh no, she’s taken to swearing! She better sing instead.