Photo prompt © John Nixon
He liked to fiddle with everything, from toy-train to tri-cycle.
“Tell him not to touch my things,” his brother shouted at the mother when he had inserted a nail in the toy-scooter.
“Don’t be harsh on him; he is just curious kid. He only fiddles with things that you discard.”
The brother had hardly cooled down when he found his video game missing.
“What has he done with my video game?” he shouted.
The mother rushed, anticipating a crisis. The little kid was nowhere to be seen.
He was in the bathroom, washing the video game.
“What’s that?” she shouted.
The kid was smiling brightly.
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt
Word count 106