“Bye, Mom!” Troy shouted, sprinting towards the door.
“Love you!” she replied, shaking her head in disbelief.
Frankly, Melinda has started to sense that raising a fourteen-year old boy has gotten more challenging each day. Troy has grown to be impossibly enthusiastic, quick, inquisitive, and surprisingly experimental. Just this morning, for instance, he was carrying a jar full of batteries and was looking for more. She knew collecting is a great hobby because it’s unique. But batteries? Confused, she asked what the jar was for.
Troy then simply gave her a wide grin and said, “I’m making a mitochondria, Mom!”
Word Count: 100
In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt is a courtesy of Sean Fallon. Thank you!
P.S. For some strange reason, this photo reminds me of mitochondria. If there’s one thing that I never could forget from biology class, it is that mitochondria are known as the powerhouse of the cell. HA! I hope this story makes enough sense. 😀
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