TREVOR’S PRAM
The space beneath the mattress in the
ancient pram could hide many small items, and Pauline supplemented her income
by pilfering, careful to spread her net wide enough to avoid suspicion. With
her husband in prison she struggled to make ends meet.
Trevor learned from an early age to
snatch an apple or sweets to hide under his blanket, and his innocent face
saved him from anything worse than an indulgent scold. By two years old he was
an expert.
This pram’s a godsend,” Pauline told
her sister, “It’s amazing what useful trifles you can hide under a baby.”
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Yes, I know - you're wondering how I got from that photo to my story. It's a pretty glass bowl, similar to one I have had for fifty years which is just right for serving sherry trifle. Other writers have no doubt been less obscure with their stories, which you can check out on https://rochellewisoff.com/ from where Rochelle hosts Friday Fictioneers. As she took the photo it is probably her bowl, though she clearly prefers plants to trifles.
