Jake threw his bike onto the front yard before storming the house. Brent and Leo followed the sound of a slammed door of their shared bedroom.
“What happened?”
“I hate purple!”
“Let us in.”
“Just Brent. You’re too young, Leo.”
The youngest left insulted.
The oldest stepped into his role.
What is it about the prompts here on Substack that inspire my writing??
Thank you to
for the prompt, and for kickstarting the story of Isa & the Taylors. They now live rent free in my head! :)
My pleasure :)