It was Miss Brown's final show and tell.
‘I have the bestest yellow-headed rag-doll.’
’With less of the attitude, young lady.’ After forty years kids were still a pain, she thought.
'Miss, my mom told that St George woulda been beat by you.'
Her first and last slap was worth life on stale bread and twice dipped tea bags.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.