“Gimme a sec,” he said and receded back into the apartment.
“Let me do that,” he called out as I was trying to push the wagon out of the mud. I slipped and my arm fell beneath the tarp. Adam was looking dead at me, “Now, Mrs. Pooler, why are you meddling in my affairs?” He kept walking toward me. I pulled my foot out of the mud, leaving a shoe behind, and ran with Adam in pursuit.
word count: 98
Written for the 86th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Week of 10-25 through 10-31-2016. Click on the blue froggy above to read more or submit your own.