“How many more must die?” she asked him angrily.
But his eyes remained focused on the targets running in front of him. Exasperation dripped from his voice as he responded.
“Just two more ghosts I have to kill and this level of Pacman will be complete, Mama! After that, I’ll come for dinner. Mommy promise!”
Author's note: This is my post for the "55 word fiction" prompt in Write Tribe's Festival of Words 3.