I’ve been a bit cheeky with my [fiction]friday piece this week in two ways; I’ve continued right from where last weeks [fiction]friday piece ended and my character’s jump is a metaphorical one. It’s short but sweet. I wonder if I can carry this on and write a complete first draft story over the next few weeks from the prompts given.

She turned to face a woman police officer.

‘I’m sorry, what?’

‘I was wondering if you knew this gentlemen.’

Carla thought for a moment, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped.

‘He’s my brother,’ she said.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

‘Nothing. He’s narcoleptic.’

‘He’s what?’

‘It’s a medically recognised disomnia,’ said Carla, reeling off the script she learnt long ago.

‘Wake him up then.’

‘I can’t. He’ll wake up in his own time. I’ll take him home then.’

The police woman tapped her foot for a moment a frown creasing then releasing her brow.

‘See that you do. I don’t want to see him here when I come back past.’

She sat beside her brother as the policewoman continued through the precinct. Carla brushed the hair from his face. He looked older but then so must she. How long had it been? Two years? Three? She slid a hand into his and held it.

‘Hello baby brother,’ she said, ‘what brings you to my part of the world?’