Monday, June 22, 2009

A Game of Kings

Midsummer day was the perfect time for a croquet match. Lucy, sat with Julie on a traditional chequered blanket with her favourite toy wolfie, was fascinated by the bright, primary colours of the balls and kept reaching out for them.

Harold was winning, of course. Jasfoup tended to let him win rather than suffer the tantrums and Felicia was hopeless at the game but Ada was putting up a fair fight.

Harold’s glee when his ball hit his mother’s was palpable. He stood on his, ready to pound Ada’s into the bushes, when a small portal opened, sending Ada’s ball hurtling through the last hoop and into the finish stake.

Harold frowned and stomped over to Julie. “That wasn’t fair,” he said. “You’re not allowed to open portals on the croquet pitch.”

Julie shook her head. “It wasn’t me,” she said.

Lucy giggled.



Image: Adult wooden croquet set

4 comments:

aims said...

Oh the little minx! :0)

Leatherdykeuk said...

But she loves her Gran!

stephanie said...

*still chuckling* No wonder Ada taught swordsmanship.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Only to Lucy, in later years. She never trusted Harold with a blade."