|Copyright Ted Strutz|
"Ruhaan, it is past bedtime and you are still watching TV?", I yell at my five year old.
"But mama, I have no school tomorrow."
"Still, you need to get to bed on time baby", I turn the switch off and then the lights and carry him towards the corner bedroom.
"Will you please read me a story about cricket until I fall asleep?"
"Sure my darling", I say and reach out for his tiny shelf of books wondering how his father would have read the cricket story had he not abandoned his only son who was born without limbs.
This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 30th January 2015.