The House Where Jess Lives

“Mum! Some ladies are here!” yelled Jess. Photo by Bruno Martins on Unsplash

A red horse

“Look at it! So fat. Eww. It’s hanging outta ya top.” Mum pokes my tummy.

I give her my screwed up grumpy face. She hates that face, but she poked me so it’s fair. I pull my top down and it bounces back to where it was. “Yours is fat too,” I say.

“Don’t be a smart arse. Get somethin’ else. Damn it Jess. Y’ making us late.”