The peed-and-dried odour, mingled with distinctly earthy undertones, alerted Miss Clinton to Suzie Brown’s presence at her elbow.
“Tommy Jones put his hand up my skirt, Miss, and then he ran away.”
Suzie doesn’t look horrified; indeed, she appears pleased to have some information of note to impart.
“He’s a very naughty boy, Suzie. I’ll speak to him.”
The dewdrop on the end of Suzie’s nose wobbles righteously.
“And tell him I want it in pound coins, Miss.”
“The change, Miss. He agreed he’d do it for three pounds and I gave him a fiver
Still on restricted internet, hence the no-show last week. I’ll do my best to get round more submissions this week. Thanks again to Rochelle for all the work she puts into Friday Fictioneers.