Mama saw the Favour Man today. She put on her best dress, the one with lace at the collar, and combed her hair into a bun. Ade tried to put dandelions in the gathered silver-turned strands, but Mama shooed her away.

Elisa was sceptical that Mama would come home at all, saying she’d finally gone and left us, but I said she’d be back with Monday’s beans.

Mama arrived at dinnertime, and she smiled and said we’d be all right, but we all noticed her shaking hands, and how the buttons on her dress were in the wrong holes.

(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: favour, Monday, sceptic)

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