This 99 word story was prompted by Lisa, helping out at the ranch while Charli is otherwise occupied.
Photo ©Pedro Ribeiro Simões
She was standing unsteadily on the kerb, waving her stick in the air, but the cars weren’t stopping. They never did. With a glare at the motorists, I took the old dear’s arm and strode out into the traffic. She shuffled and I had to pull her to get her across. Safely on the other side, she wrenched her arm out of my grip, her eyes glittering furiously.
“I was saving that space for Miguel! Now that cojón has grabbed it!”
I muttered my apologies as she hurled invectives in Spanish at the driver slipping into the parking space.