Little Pitcher – VisDare

September 21, 2014September 21, 2014freyathewriter 2 Comments

Aunty Vi and Uncle Roy don’t have no kids, they have a parrot. They taught it to say ‘Bad Lucy!’ and laugh. That’s me. I’m Lucy.

Mum got really angry with Aunty Vi and told her off good and proper. “Lucy’s good as gold, Violet! You’re just jealous because God decided you didn’t deserve children.”

They didn’t speak for weeks after. Christmas was spoiled and Nan wouldn’t let Mum forget how wicked she’d been, telling Aunty Vi she was being punished by God.

But I know the truth. I know that Vi didn’t want no baby. She went to see Rosie Noakes down Garrison Street and Rosie sorted her out. I know, because Dad took her there and fetched her back after, and Dad and Aunty Vi promised each other they’d never tell.

They all think they’re so clever.

They forget about me. They forget that I know everything.

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Here’s my latest entry to the lovely Angela’s VisDare.

I hope you enjoy this week’s tale – I’ve tied it in with my Five Sentence Fiction entry and Magpie Tales entries this week (they’ll be up soonish).

Please do visit VisDare for more amazing flash fiction.

Little Men – Five Sentence Fiction

September 14, 2014freyathewriter 6 Comments

“Graham, you simply have to pull yourself together, old chap, it won’t do any good.”

“She’s gone, gone off with your wife, no less – I knew she was a bad influence, flighty, undisciplined and full of crackpot ideas. You should have kept her in hand when you had the chance!”

“Now steady on there, it takes two to tango, don’t you know!”

“Yes… doesn’t it just!!”

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction. I’ve once again, tied it in with my entry into Angela’s VisDare – this is the husbands’ reaction!

Please do visit here to read more Five Sentence Fiction! No two pieces will be the same…

Little Women – VisDare

September 14, 2014September 14, 2014freyathewriter 2 Comments

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“Do you think they’ll insist on seeing us off, Beatty?”

“Oh God! I do hope not. I can’t bear it! Birmingham New Street is hardly ‘Brief Encounter’, is it?”

No, it’s not. And they do fuss so, the pair of them…”

Still, it’s all been a bit of a shock, I suppose.”

“Oh Beatty, do stop being so considerate. This is our time. Ours. Not theirs!”

“I don’t think they’ve quite got their heads around us going away, two women, on their own. It’s just not the done thing!”

“Darling, nothing we are doing is the done thing. And the least ‘done thing’ is the one thing they know nothing about yet. Now, look, here they are, let’s just kiss them on the cheek like good little wives.”

“I feel so bad…”

“They’ll get over it.”

“I do love you, Clara!”

“And isn’t that rather the point?”

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Here’s my latest entry to the lovely Angela’s VisDare.

I hope you enjoy this week’s tale, even though betrayal is in the air! I’ve written a follow-up here as my entry into Five Sentence Fiction. I hope you enjoy it!

Please do visit VisDare for amazing poetry and prose.