This 99 word story is for the Friday Fictioneers.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
She pulled into the driveway, wishing her parents weren’t so inconsiderate. The land line was down, the telephone company confirmed, and they had never grasped the idea of cell phones, so there was nothing for it but to drive fifty miles through the snow when little Mikey had a temperature and Jeff was in a foul mood over some incident at work.
At least they’d had the good sense to put the porch lights on, she muttered to herself.
The curtains twitched opposite. Old Matt Peters knew those porch lights had been on for five days and nights now.