Hurriedly, he slathered butter on the toast & shoved the kids out the door.
“Come on girls, quickly! You don’t want to miss the bus!”
The girls followed behind him, their bare naked bodies bopping in sync with Daddy. He thinks, has he forgotten something?
He has.
This microfiction piece is in response to a Twitter #vss365 prompt. The word: slather.
A Cornered Gurl 
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