Six Sentence Sunday
From my July ebook release, Who Needs A Hero?
“Hi, you’ve reached the Phillips residence….” The same automated message I had heard that morning, so I decided not to monkey with it. Amber would get to it when she felt like it. I had bigger problems.
“Joshua?” I called again over the machine, wondering where the kid had gone.
I’d been in charge for five minutes and the house looked like hell, the baby remained diaper-less, the toddler was UA, and my dress had been soaked in pee. The fryer at McDonalds was looking better and better.