100 Word Flash Fiction;

Milly was exasperating, never listened, was demanding and impatient, but Greg loved her. Smitten since she had come into his life four years ago, Greg couldn’t resist giving her anything, but he had work to do.

‘I really need to finish this report!’ Greg said sharply.

He tried not to look at her, if she turned her beautiful brown eyes on him he’d be finished. He risked a glance, tears in her eyes, bottom lip quivering; his tone had hurt her.

‘You can use the blue crayon Daddy.’

Greg hugged his daughter and pushed the laptop aside.

Work could wait.