The Bystander

Tossing his car keys on the stand at the entrance of his house, he was glad to be back home.

The reason for his hurry was his three year old, with whom he wanted to spend as much time as possible.

She would be starting school in a month’s time, and he knew that would start keeping her busy.

Today was Thursday, he was to take her to the park and ice-cream later,hopping onto the car, singing along the way, daddy and his little girl drove along.

Noticing a man selling balloons, she nudged her dad for one, while instructing her to stay inside the car, he went to buy.

Seeing a car in the wrong direction at a high speed and her father crossing the road, she yelled out for him in the nick of time, while the lone bystander noted down the car number.


Acknowledgements :- Written in response to Six Sentence Stories. The word for this week is “stand”. Thank you for running the challenge, Zoe. Β Thank you all for stopping by and reading.


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  1. nice cliff hanger (with happy ending). It’s always fun to see how others can pack so much story into such a small space. Engaging from the first sentence, tension builds in the middle and (happy) resolution.
    well done.

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  2. I am sure all your readers will breathe a sigh of relief that no accident occured. In your six sentences you clearly set the scene and included all the relevant information for the reader. Well done!

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