Friday, September 11, 2009

Pass the Butter, Darling

Harold looked down at the hastily-drawn grid on the patio, and the seeped-in oil stain which had been the focus of a whole chorus line of cats the precious night. He had already disposed of the empty foil wrapper Lucy had left marking her place.

He jigged the child on his knee and took two things out of his pocket. A small boiled sweet and a lump of gold the size of Lucy's fist. "Here," he said, handing her the sweet. "Butterscotch is a flavour, not a game. Hopscotch is played with a stone like this one --" he gave Lucy the lump of gold – "not with packets of butter from the kitchen."

Jasfoup watched as Lucy skipped away. "How much was that lump of gold worth?" he asked.

Harold shrugged. "Fourpence?" he said. "It was only gold paint. If she wants real gold she'll have to earn it. I was running a profitable Lego business by her age."

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stephanie said...

Julie's butter again? Oops.

Love this one.

Leatherdykeuk said...

but hopefully the last pack of it.

Thank you.

aims said...

chuckling over here....Harold Harold Harold...