Coloured lines

“Mrs Mcguire can George come out to play?”

“Sorry hun, but George has a cold, so no playing outside today.”


“Where’s your mum?”

“I don’t know. She went to get some milk ages ago.” mumbling the last bit he turned to leave.

“Do you want to come in and help me make some ginger biscuits for Richard?”

Like the glow of an LCD bulb his little face brightened up”Can I?”

“Sure love, come on in.”

Lines had no business crossing little faces at least that’s what I think, life, however has other ideas.

With a mother who could drink his weight in a night and a dad who only cared to show up at conception, it was a surprise Richard knew his please and thank you’s.

But who was she to judge lines still found it’s way to her little one’s face, life was a persistent artist, all one can do is try to make them bright and colourful lines.

“Do you like ginger biscuits Richard?”

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Jessica Haines (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 


11 thoughts on “Coloured lines

  1. Great way of expressing the look on his face and so nice that she let him come in and help with biscuits. It may be one of those things that stick in his mind when he gets older. It never hurts to be kind and try to understand how another person is feeling. Wonderful story.


  2. Some lovely descriptions in this piece. I like the idea of the boy’s face lighting up like an LCD bulb. I do feel sorry for the lad, though. He definitely needs some love and attention, as he isn’t getting any from his mum – or the dad he never sees! Mrs Mcguire sounds like a lovely, thoughtful lady. A very touching story, Chioma.


  3. I love that this woman helps this little boy, gives him good memories and has a son who can play him, is his own age. I’m sure his manners came from this woman and her son.


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