Friday Fiction will be back next week – in the meantime please enjoy Voice Week – a 100 word story each day this week.
Did you meet Brenda yesterday? Did you find her the same grumbling, middle-aged busybody, who discovered her neighbour in the trash a few weeks ago? Brenda was hard for me because I don’t know anyone quite like her in real life, but also because she is North American and I never manage to catch all the Britishisms in my writing. How did I do yesterday?
Today, it’s Charlotte’s turn and I feel like I’m on safer ground, but do le me know what you think about her.
And she’s gone. If I can just shift her slightly off my… Shit. Shhh, shhh, twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are … That’s it, back to sleep, sweetheart, shh shh.
Ok. Now, what was I was doing? Ah, the banana. I put it within reach, so I can lean over … yes!
Now. To peel it, one-handed, without moving. No, no. Shh. Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top. Mama put you up there so she could eat a banana. Or have a nap. Or … no, Charlotte, don’t even think about a toilet break or you’re doomed.