Category Short Story
Little Pitcher – VisDare
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.
What You Wish For – Magpie Tales
“Clara, this hotel really wasn’t what I was hoping for. I’m really rather disappointed. I thought the Swiss were all about precision, order and cleanliness? Aren’t net curtains supposed to cover the entire window?”
For goodness sake, Beatty! All you’ve done since we got here is moan. First it was the food, then it was the snow, then it was the language barrier. Now, it’s the hotel. Do you even know how much it costs to stay in hotels all the time? We’re running out of money!”
“But why didn’t you say? Graham always handled that side of things….”
“I’m telling you now. Honestly, do you think money grows on trees?”
“Oh, you’re so mean? You sound just like Graham!”
“Beatty, I’m sorry, but I’m starting to hav some sympathy with the man. You really are clueless.”
“And now I know what Jeremy meant when he told me how hard you are. Poor, poor man!”
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