I always think it's easier to write a bit of Flash Fiction when someone gives you a title. I managed to coerce my boyfriend to text me one as a lunchtime tonic. Always the cheery one, him :)
Grey Clouds Coming.
Tabitha, who was pink through-and-through,
took her pink Barbie toothbrush from the cup and brushed her sparkling pegs,
mounted in pink, shiny gums. She spat out the toothpaste, made pink
from the blood of a lost milk tooth, and went to Mummy for some pink lipstick.
So long as she’d eaten her bran and apple, brushed her teeth and hair, and
pulled the pink duvet up to her bed’s chin, she was allowed to wear a little
bit of ‘Wink for Pink’ lipstick, but only on a Saturday.
Daddy was khaki through-and-through. He’d
explained to Tabitha that the mossy patches on his uniform were called
camouflage, but sometimes Tabitha remembered this wrongly as cauliflower. Daddy
wasn’t around very often to correct her.
Mummy had been different lately. Mummy was
blue. She stared out of the window with tears streaming down her cheeks. She
cried more than Bethany, the class cry-baby, or Finn, who was two.
She wasn’t one to judge, but Tabitha found it a bit silly. Tabitha was in Year 3 now and the last time she cried was when Daddy went back. Daddy was always either coming back or going back. That’s what Tabitha thought, as she rummaged through Mummy’s make-up bag.
She wasn’t one to judge, but Tabitha found it a bit silly. Tabitha was in Year 3 now and the last time she cried was when Daddy went back. Daddy was always either coming back or going back. That’s what Tabitha thought, as she rummaged through Mummy’s make-up bag.
She felt much more put together when she
had a pink smile.
