Today’s prompt is to have fun writing about this character. Maybe it’s the opening lines of a story. Maybe it’s a short character sketch. Maybe it’s the backstory for this little girl’s expression. Here’s mine.
“Uncle Matt.” My niece Amelia slid her glasses down her nose. “I told you not to give Pumpkin treats from the table.” She glared up at me, tapping her foot.
I gulped pop. A grown man should not be made to feel so awkward by a six-year-old. But if the six-year-old was the clone of her mother, who was the big sister who had been born without a funny bone but with a terrifying sense of what was proper, then such a reaction was understandable.
I swigged more pop as Amelia tapped her scuffed croc.
At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
