The Micro-Fiction Challenge Entries

Sitting the Baby (Prompt 8)

"I need the cash, okay?"

"Whatever, but I'm telling you, it's not worth it."

"I'll be fine."

I sigh, hanging up the phone. I knock on the door.

"Ah, you must be the babysitter."

I wheel around.

"Oh, yes. That's me!"

"Please, come in." The woman brushes past me, unlocking the door. "Anna is upstairs."

"Alright...any special instructions?"

"Nope! Have fun!"

She leaves. I tiptoe upstairs, taking in the small form of Anna, the only Harris child, sleeping.

I turned to leave and almost run into Anna.

"Wanna play?" She asks, smiling sweetly.

It's going to be a long night.