Screams pierced the air. The woman dropped her trowel and raced across the yard. “What happened?”

Pushing through a ring of children, she lifted the crying child, examined the swelling lip.

A Greek chorus erupted.

“–wasp–”

“–hydrant–”

“—stung–“

“Lisabeth, I told you not to drink from the hydrant.” Then, turning, “She’s four. You’re ten–”

“I was rescuing Kitty from–Mom, I can’t watch her every second.”

“Get the baking soda.”

TLC applied, the woman returned to gardening.

Screams pierced the air. She ran.

“Lisabeth teased Kitty and–“

“Lisabeth, I told you–”

Every Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields issues the Friday Fictioneers challenge. She posts a picture prompt and invites readers to write stories of 100 words or fewer and to post them on their blogs the following Friday. This week’s prompt is here (scroll down the page to see it). Rochelle’s story follows it.

To read more stories by Friday Fictioneers, click on the frog, below.