After a summer break from blogging, I thought I'd get back into the swing of things by joining the Friday Fictioneers, whose stories I've been enjoying for some time.
Touché
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Touché
Pamela disliked her
mother's collections of china and pottery. Shelves groaning with Wade
Whimsies were a particular bugbear.
'What do you see in
these twee little animal figures?'
'Now, Pammy, look
closely at their intricacies.'
Pamela remained
unimpressed.
At least the Whimsies
were small. The sheer vulgarity of the collection of jardinières
appalled her.
'One day you'll love
them,' said her mother.
'Never,' said Pamela.
On the day that Pamela
picked up the jardinières, courtesy of her mother's will, she found
a note inside each one which read: For my darling daughter to learn
to love.
Pamela sighed. 'Touché,
mother.'
