Tim tosses his sister her playtime nurse’s outfit.
“But I want the stethoscope.” Sally says.
“Can’t, ‘cause I’m the doctor.”
“Me. Now hurry!”
Sally throws on the costume, grabs her doll off the bed and plods along behind her brother. They tiptoe down the stairs and are sneaking past the coat closet when they hear a shout behind them.
“Doc. Over here!”
“Run!” Tim yells racing out the front door, Sally right behind him.
In the kitchen, John asks his wife, “What’s that all about?”
“Sally’s upcoming tonsillectomy. The kids are rehearsing her escape from the hospital.”
I wrote this in response to Charli Mills’ March 25, 2021 Flash Fiction Challenge. In 99 words (no more, no less) we were to write an escape. It could be daring or subtle. Who was escaping? Why? And as always, we were to go where the prompt led us.