The Guest

“Is Éliott here yet?” Daphnée asked, running to the window.

Her mother laughed. “No, you silly girl. Finish getting dressed.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Mrs. Pelletier quickly left the room. She went to the kitchen to check on the dinner.

The doorbell rang and her son, Louis answered the door. Minutes later, he popped into the kitchen to announce, “Éliott’s here.”

Mrs. Pelletier hurried to the living-room. She froze when she saw Éliott. “Matis, what are you doing here?”

He looked startled. “Clémence?”

“You shouldn’t be here–“

“Mother, why didn’t you tell me that Éliott’s here?” Daphnée demanded.

You’re Éliott?” Clémence gasped.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

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