By Claire L. Marsh
Lucy’s eyes grew wide.
“They’re for guests, not you,” her mother scolded. “Your milkshake and ice-cream yesterday would turn Cruella sweet.”
Transfixing her with their pink and yellow icing, delicate petals beckoned, like party dresses or Disney princesses. Lucy couldn’t pick the prettiest.
As guests arrived, she sat quietly with her colouring book and salad, an abundance of green. Until Pip came, sauntering under the table. Sliding to the floor, Lucy saw a woman secretly feeding the puppy chicken. Lucy crawled along, stopping at those same legs. A smiling face peered down.
“Woof…cake…” Lucy whispered, her mouth open in anticipation.
Sweet, beautiful story…reminded me, nostalgically, of when I made my six year old daughter, Gricel, a carved-from a carton and painted little house that she went over wild in happiness for. Thank you, Claire, for making my heart sing again. Keep sending them.
Thank you so much for your wonderful comment Rudolph and for sharing your treasured memory of Gricel. That little house must have meant the world to her x
What a cute story. I really enjoyed this and read it several times.
Hi Helen. Ah!! Thank you so much, I’m so pleased you liked it that much. My favourite line is the princesses one 🙂
Thanks for that Claire!! fabulous, sweet, oh l loved it,,, do more!!
Hi Cathy. Well, “do more” is clearly an order so I can’t possibly decline and neither can 101, they’ll have to publish them (I’ll note you said so!). Thank you for reading and commenting, I really appreciate the support.
To go into the mind of a child … Awesome story. I can’t stop smiling after reading the last few lines.
It’s such a nice perspective to write from! That’s excellent it made you smile Russell, exactly what I wanted. Thank you for taking time out to add a comment as well, I do appreciate it.
What a lovely story!
Oh, thank you Marie – that’s so nice of you. I’m glad you enjoyed it xx