“I get in trouble for everything. I’ll just run away!” six year old Toby thought as he stomped up the stairs.
He placed some clothing into his backpack, along with his baseball card collection. “I’ll leave in the morning before everyone wakes up.”
Morning came. Toby crept down the stairs and out the door. He stepped over a broken tree branch and through a field of thick grass. When he reached the fence, he felt a rumbling in his stomach.
“I’m hungry. Mommy will be cooking breakfast soon.” He turned back toward his house.
“Maybe I’ll run away tomorrow instead.”
This was written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A story written using 100 words or less.