“I want to go outside!”
“No, honey, it’s raining.”
“But I want to play in the rain!”
A firm tone. “No. You will stay inside and play here.”
“But it’s so boring.” A bite of the lip. “I want to play outside!”
The pound of a mug on the table. “I said, no.”
A stifled cry. “Okay…”
“Good.” A sip.
Just then… The opening and closing of the door, noisy splashing, and the sound of a child’s laughter drifting in.
A quick displeased intake of breath and a deep exhale.
Then, a chuckle, another sip from the mug, and a shake of the head with a smile. “I’ll give her 10 minutes, then.”
Image source: deviantart.com/ceart/art/Rain-at-my-Prison-window-38698365
First written February 27, 2018.