“Go on!” she says. “You can do it!”
He doesn’t look up at her. He’s concentrating too hard. His forehead is puckered and his lips are pressed together in a thin line. He looks just like his father when he’s gluing together those Airfix models of his. Finally, his foot finds purchase.
“Yay! You did it!” She straightens her back to ease the ache in her spine. The baby inside her kicks. She strokes her belly and smiles. “Easy,” she murmurs. “It’ll be your turn soon.”
(Originally posted at Flashpoints, a National Flash-Fiction Day project.)
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