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Ok so this is a pretty bad short story I wrote from a prompt I was given but it was about Ava and Charlie so I thought I may as well post it here, especially since I can imagine it happening. :P
Charlie had just finished work. It was an overnight shift so there wasn’t a lot to do anyway, but tonight had been surprisingly quiet. He could only assume it was something to do with the fact it was finals week. The students must be studying or just sleeping. Both ideas amused him considering the students at this school, but he didn’t have any real answers so they were as good as any.
He had just walked into the staff housing block when the smell of smoke met him. Normally he might think it was just someone burning their dinner or something else innocent but as he moved along (tense incase it was something more serious) he started to realise it was coming from upstairs. The nearer he got to his own apartment and the stronger the smell got, the more it dawned on Charlie that the burning was in there! Maggie was with her own parents and since neither he or Ava tended to really eat without the little girl around he started to panic a little. Rushing down the hallway he had his key out and the door unlocked in record time, eyes darting around as he tried to see where the smoke came from... and then he started to laugh.
There in the middle of the kitchen stood Ava, with an EXTREMELY burnt tray of cookies in her hands, surrounding by smoke, and with her nose wrinkled up at the disaster she held. Her eyes lifted to his with an ‘oops’ expression. “Welcome home honey? I made cookies....sort of?”