“Ingrid pay mind to your customers. Mrs Lavender requires pears not peaches. I don’t know why the tiniest peep of sun rays and clear skies set your head tumbling.”
“It’s those books from Lady Margaret’s library.”
“What books?” queried mother. Her voice barely above a whisper which
bellied a tumultuous rising temper.
There was no doubt about it, it was definitely going to happen. Louise had
to be gagged at the nearest opportunity.
“It’s nothing mother, Louise is making things up, as always.”
“I’m not …” she yelped in pain she as her sisters’ fingers dug
into her left side.
Photo prompt courtesy / copyright of Brenda Cox.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this writing opportunity called Friday Fictioneers.