Saturday Centus time again. 100 words or less not including the prompt (as usual in bold) – just as well I’m not writing a novel, it would take for ever!!
I shouldn’t have made this journey. Rules say don’t get involved with the clients but Dotty is, well, different. She has a certain something about her, a fragility that belies an inner strength. I’ve let her go to talk to her father on her own. I understand why she had to come today but couldn’t let her come alone. I’ve parked up a few houses away from where she now stands waiting for the door to open. I’m deliberately parked facing away but can see her even through the writing on the door mirror objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear. She’s OK, I’m here for her.