This week’s photo prompt from Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers.
She shouldn’t have been in his garden, let alone pillaging his raspberry bushes – she’d been warned about Mr Wilson.
And now Jemima was sprawled on her back on the garden path, neck twisted at an awkward angle, fragile arms thrown out as if in surrender.
Mr Wilson gazed ruefully at the prostrate figure, before carrying it to the potting table where he bent his head over it.
A few minutes later, he handed the mended doll back to Amelia, who quickly turned and bolted.
It was wonderful, he thought sadly, to have the company of a child, even for such a short time.