Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Megan, have you seen my jacket?”

A long pause, then a response. “No, mom!”

I grumbled. For once, I was the reason we were going to be late.

I gave up after I felt like I had searched the house from top to bottom. Tugging on my shoes, I welcomed in the cold air as I propped the front door open. “Okay, Megan! Come on, let’s go!”

Little Megan came running down the steps, her ginger pigtails bouncing behind her as she almost tripped on the Barbies she had left on the steps. She was wearing a striped dress that I was sure we donated months ago. In her hand she carried her doll, Rosie. It was almost impossible going anywhere without it. She ran out of the house before I closed the door and locked up, following her to the car.

After having to fish my keys out from the crack between the seat and the door, I started up the engine and, of course, the radio.

Megan badly sang along with the pop songs as I drove.

“Mommy, where are we going?”

“You know where we're going, Megan.”

She giggled.

“Are we almost there?”

“No, Megan.”

“How about now, Mommy?”

“Have we passed the rocks yet?”

She thought for a second. I could see her pressing Rosie against the window.

“No, Mommy.”

We arrived at the clinic 15 minutes later. Megan couldn't wait to jump out of the car and run through the doors. I followed slowly behind her. She knew the way. Megan was met by Nurse Julie waiting around the corner.

They both smiled as they greeted one another.

“That's a nice new wig, Megs!”

Little Megan pulled off her wig and smiled, exposing her brown, bald head.

“Thanks! Is it time for my treatment?”

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