Wednesday, January 31, 2007
digging
The day after her 9th birthday, her father told her she was going to have a brother or sister soon. She was a big girl now; she had to help Amma he said. She shouldn’t ask to be fed and carried. She would have to share things with the new baby. She nodded in agreement, kissed them goodnight and went to her bedroom. On the bed lay the largesse of her friends and family. That night as her parents and unborn sibling slept in their bedroom she tiptoed downstairs dragging a bin bag bulging with Barbies and red shiny balls in one hand and a plastic spade in the other. She silently opened the door to the garden and got to work.
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11 comments:
Ooooh, I like this sorta kinda dark side tale...
evil.
Wow - that last line hit home.
This 9 year old kid a little beyond her years though?
Shoefie, this was just awesome!
hahaha... I see you were very into the concept of sharing! :D
A very revealing little sotry.
At last I know where those villanous women in Sun TV serials come from
Lovely. Typical kid who doesnt want to share. :)
Now if only she'd thought to bury the baby instead.
I see Falstaff beat me to it ;-)
Shoof, you haf been tagged.
:O
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