BLINDFOLD
Nobody
wanted to play Cousin Gary’s stupid game, but as we hadn’t seen him for years we
let him persuade us.
I should
have stopped it when he held Susie a second too long while guiding her hand to
pin the tail on the donkey, but I told myself not to be paranoid.
Then it
was my turn. Blindfolded, I heard scuffling and a smothered gasp, but even then
I didn’t guess, and finished my go before I removed Gary’s woollen scarf.
The
expression on Susie’s face will haunt me to the grave.
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I am late on parade this week, due mostly to the lovely weather which has taken me out into the garden instead of sitting at my computer. Having inherited a neglected garden last summer, there is a lot to do. Protecting my spinach from the depradations of pigeons was this week's prioiry!
