I’m a bit pressed for time today. I’m off walking with a few friends for a couple of days in Sussex, it’s father’s day herein the UK and my lovely children cooked me a large leisurely brunch and life has sort of taken over.
But before I disappear, not sure what connectivity I will have that might curtail blogging, I need to sort out Charli’s weekly prompt.
This week it is:
June 17, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves a children’s game or rhyme. You can create something new or go with something traditional. You can write with a twist, humor, menace or glee. Hop, skip or jump wherever the prompt leads you.
Now usually a prompt like this would open up a veritable an of worms around games and rhymes but I have to be disciplined. I will thus go straight to my story, inevitably Mary North, recovering from an allergic reaction while very pregnant and worried about the recent disclosures of her father’s infidelity.
A book of memories
‘Seen this?’ Mary held up a battered book.
Paul took it, reading the title. ‘Nursery rhymes and children’s games. This yours?’
‘I remember dad reading from it, even after I was too old. He just loved making silly voices.’
‘You’ll be able to do the same for our baby.’
‘I wonder what he was thinking, when he read to me? About my twin?’
Paul opened the front cover, squinting at the faded writing. ‘To Mary and Sharon. Much love Gloria.’
Mary grabbed it from him. ‘I don’t remember this.’ She met Paul’s gaze.
‘Your imaginary friend?’
‘Or my twin?’
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