PRINCESS - a hundred word story

PRINCESS

“You said no?”

“I said no.”

“How could you? He’s such a nice boy.”

“And so rich.”

“That’s not what I meant, but having money isn’t such a bad thing.”

“He’s boring and possessive.”

“He’d treat you like a princess.”

“Yeah, right – give me diamonds and lock me up in his castle.”

“But you’re thirty – you might not ...”

“Get another offer? Thanks Mum.”

“Don’t you want to be married and have babies?”

“Give you grandchildren, you mean? When I get married – if I ever do – I want to share my castle with a prince, not a gaoler.”

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I just didn't fancy the idea of living in this building, with its slit windows, minimal light, and no way out, which prompted this week's story. Apologies to Rochelle who took the picture, and who also hosts Friday Fictioneers at https://rochellewisoff.com/

I have been extra busy this week, as I am going to my first ever Local Author Fair on Saturday at Crawley Library. Crawley is in Sussex, so if any of you are down that way on Saturday morning, do please pop in and visit my stand, where I shall be displaying - and hopefully selling copies of - my recent book Helter-Skelter, the cover of which is at the top of my blog - click on it to buy your copy.

THE PRINCE - a 100 word story

THE PRINCE

The neighbourhood was in uproar and Petey watched from the garden, thrilled by the blue flashing lights. Eventually his mum called him inside for tea. “Your friend Lucy’s missing.”

 Petey ate a chip. “Mum – how long is a hundred years?”

“A very long time, darling.”

“More than one ordinary sleep?”

“A lot more – why?”

“Because Lucy’s sleeping for a hundred years.”

His mum sat down with a thump. “Petey – do you know where she is?”

Petey waved his fork nonchalantly. “Course I do – I’ve got to chop through the hedge and kiss her.” He pulled a face. “I’ll go after tea.”

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Thanks as always to https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for the photo that prompted this story. I almost wrote one about my Pa, whom the scent of box hedges always brings to mind, so here is one of my favourite photos of him, taken many years ago.