GILDING THE LILY
Lucy’s
father took her out for a pizza on her birthday and spoiled her, as usual. A
computer game she’s been on about for weeks, a cashmere jumper that will need
hand-washing, and a box of make-up.
Lucy saw
my expression. “Mum! I am ten now, you know.”
“We
discussed this already, darling – no make-up till you’re a teenager.”
“It’s not
fair – everyone else wears it.”
“None of
your friends do.”
She
smiled reluctantly, knowing she’d lost. “Okay – I’ll swap it – Boots have some
really cool sunglasses.”
It seems
only yesterday she was in nappies.
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Exquisite though these are, I prefer roses au naturel, hence my story today.
Thanks to Rochelle for the photograph and for hosting Friday Fictioneers. To read how other writers interpreted the prompt, go to https://rochellewisoff.com/ and follow the Blue Frog trail.
