29/10/2020

EARLY TO SCHOOL

 

EARLY TO SCHOOL

Sally’s hard-won custody battle came at a price – new name, different area, change of school, and a menial job that meant she had to drop Josie at school early, with only the janitor to watch her.

 Tired of waiting alone, Josie left her bag by the door while she used the toilets in the yard. Half an hour later the other kids lined up behind her bag, sliding it backwards as they shuffled along.

 It was still there at break time, and the teacher phoned Sally – an hour too late to follow the trail. Josie’s father had won after all.

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It's an unwritten rule, isn't it, that a bag, or a full trolley, marks a place in the queue - at least, in those countries where people queue rather than scramble for places. 

I missed last week, being unable to come up with a story that felt original enough. Well done to those of you who wrote one. Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week's photo and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/

On the subject of writing, my 5 yr old granddaughter decided Sunday lunch at Nan's warranted a menu - here is the result. The phonetic spelling must be read aloud to get its full meaning!

NB - we made the lemn coocees to accompany the  I screem.

PS - click on the book cover (top right on this page) to buy the last book in my Living Rock series. The whole series would make a neat Christmas present for anyone - teen to adult - who enjoys stories where reality is slightly askew but the people, their hopes and fears, are as real as ever.

26 comments:

  1. Dear Liz,

    Your granddaughter's menu is adorable. What flavor I screem. ;)

    How sad when former couples use the children as weapons against each other.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Vanilla. She doesn't like any other flavours.

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  2. Oh no! This is like watching a child abduction thriller... Do hope there's a Part Two with a happy ending.

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    1. That will depend on next week's photo!

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  3. Pooding I Screem for me please! The note is a nice antidote to the menace of the story! Nicely written (by both!)

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  4. The comment labelled for some reason as unknown was from me, Neil MacDonald

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  5. i feel sorry for the kid. hopefully, they can make things right for her sake.

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    1. Just to be abducted like that must be traumatic, I doubt they'll settle things peacefully.

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  6. The child always loses in these traumatic situations. I've seen too many of them.

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    1. Some of the social workers' reports I have seen would turn your hair white.

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  7. Nobody wins in custody wars :( Good telling of a sad reality, Liz.

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  8. A tragic ending to your story. I wonder if she ever got her daughter back?

    I do enjoy I Screem for Pooding :-)

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  9. So sad when kids are treated as possessions. A sorry tale indeed.

    Here's mine!

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    1. There are far too many parents who regard their children as property.

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  10. This is an all too common tale and the ultimate victim in the child.

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    1. What must it do to their lives, their future happiness?

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  11. What was so clever about this writing was that I didn't fully grasp what had happened until that final sentence.

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    1. You're not the only one to say that, Susan. I suppose because I knew where it was heading, it surprised me that it wasn't clear earlier!

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  12. What a terrible story but an adorable picture at the end. When I stay terrible, I mean very well written with an ending I did not see coming until it hit me as I imagine her daughter's disappearance must have hit the mother. :-(

    Anne from annehiga.com

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    1. Thanks for reading and commenting, Anne - it must be every mother's worst nightmare.

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