Kim’s mum arrives with a glass of homemade lemonade. Ice cubes tinkle. Sweetest sound Kim’s ever heard.
‘Dad said no drinks until I’ve finished with the balustrade.’
‘I know. You’ll end up dehydrated. Here.’
Kim gulps down the lemonade, then presses the glass to her temples.
‘I’m roasting,’ she whimpers.
‘Ideal varnishing conditions,’ her mum says. ‘Remember it for next time.’
‘Next time? Like I’ll throw another party.’
This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. It’s based on the photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Go here if you want to read more stories inspired by the prompt.