A Little Box Of Marbles

Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based, as close or as loose as you like, around the photo prompt provided. This weeks effort is a little lighter, it may not last 😉

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Photo Copyright : Piya Singh

“Pass my marble box, Jimmy” she asked shewing an imaginary cat away from the chair and sitting down.

“Ave ye got a bamboozler  Gran?”  he asked excitedly

“No”

“Ave ye got a cat’s eye?”

“No”

“Hav ye got any doublers?”

“No Jimmy”

He swiped his dripping nose across his sleeve “Ye aint got much, have you Gran?”

“Use a hanky” she scolded

“I’m savin ye a job, you’d only afta wash it”

She tried to hide a smile.

“They’re not real marbles Jimmy, it’s where I keep my memories”

He shrugged and moved closer.

“Mam said you’ve lost yer marbles, Gran”

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29 thoughts on “A Little Box Of Marbles

  1. That was a wonderful comic ending – out of the mouths of babes and sucklings! By the way, did you intend to say shewing rather than shooing and scalded (which I rather liked) rather than scolded?

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  3. That was a delightfully told story, Helen – the language, the interchange, the charming double-entendre, the accidental dropping of an insult spoken by another – all lovely!
    This dialogue pleased me greatly:
    ‘He swiped his dripping nose across his sleeve “Ye aint got much, have you Gran?”
    “Use a hanky” she scolded
    “I’m savin ye a job, you’d only afta wash it’

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