A Resourceful Girl

Polly loved doing nice things for her mum.

One sunny day she decided to skip to Bluebell Wood and collect some flowers. Sometime later she skipped through the living room, her arms full of blooms, and proceeded to look for her mums favourite vase. But she couldn’t find it so, being a resourceful little girl, she began to arrange her collection in various cups and jars and placed them around the house.

Then Polly ran up the stairs and wriggled under her bed to retrieve a box of Maltesers. Even through the cardboard she could smell the yummy chocolate. Mummy would love these too. She wiped her runny nose on the sleeve of her cardigan, inspected her mud caked shoes and waited on the sofa for a while.

It was only then that she remembered, She hadn’t put the flowers in water. A little frown passed over her freckled face but, being a resourceful little girl, she lifted the kettle and proceeded to fill all the jars and cups dotted around the room, splishing and sploshing as she went. Once again, Polly sat and waited for Mummy to arrive.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

The box of honeycombed chocolate beckoned from the mantelpiece. Perhaps if she tried one, just to make sure that Mummy would like them.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The taste of chocolate rolled around her little mouth. Polly was a little alarmed to see that the box was now half empty but, being a resourceful girl she reasoned that, if she spread the rest out, no one would ever know.

Finally she heard the creak of the front gate, the squeak of the babies pram and the clomp of her Mummys’ shoes.

Helen stood rigid, mouth agape. Muddy little footprints darted here and there across the carpet. Every surface was covered in various receptacles filled with sickly looking weeds. Water dripped everywhere. She turned to her daughter who beamed at her through a muddy, snot caked face. Around Polly’s mouth were smears of chocolate and she excitedly offered up her half empty, slightly melted gift.

In her best six-year-old voice, Polly stood up and proudly proclaimed…… ‘Happy Mothers Day’!!!!


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. RitaElizabeth
    Jan 09, 2011 @ 20:52:08

    I loved this post! I lived in England for two years, not too terribly long ago. This post reminds me of so many details of life which I enjoyed there.
    1) I adore bluebells. Used to go out in the woods to view them when they were at their peak.
    2)I love Malteasers and ate far too many while I was there. They aren’t generally available here in sunny California, but luckily there is a British Food Center (a neat little grocery store) near me, so I can get them on occasion. (But not ’til I’ve lost my weight, lol.)
    3)This is a great little story. Nice tension and suspense. Good “flash fiction.” Will you seek to get it published?

    Have a great day.



  2. coffeewithkate
    Jan 12, 2011 @ 14:56:00

    Thanks so much for your lovely comments Rita. I’m glad it brought back good memories for you. 🙂
    It’s actually a true story and one I really enjoyed sharing. Maybe with a bit of tweaking I may enter it for a competition. You never know.
    Take care. X


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