It’s Monday morning. The toast just got burnt. The cleaning lady calls in sick. As Adil and I bolt towards the bus stop, we see the bus chugging away.

It could hardly have been a bloodier beginning.

Adil brawls, “I’m going to miss art class.”

I comfort him and make a devious plan.

I call in sick at work.

We are now lazing on the sofa, watching Despicable Me 3, popcorn and hot chocolate by our side.

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Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by the gorgeous couple, Varad of Loose End Of The Thread and Namratha of Namy Says So.

Each week we are given a set word count for a piece of micro fiction, and a quote from a book (this time, I am Malala) that must be included in the story. This week’s quote to be included was ‘It could hardly have been a bloodier beginning.’ and the word count was 75..

I missed writing last week’s prompt as I was swamped with a few personal commitments and then I traveled to Dehradoon for the Valley of Words 2017 and Indiblogger meet.

Anyways, enjoy reading other stories based on the prompt here.