She saw him through the window as he approached the café.
The arrogant strut, the charming smile, the nonchalant wave.
She stopped toying with the sugar shaker and placed it back in the rack and clasped her hands together to mask her nervous tension.
How had she not seen it in the first place? How could she have been blinded by his boyish charms?
The bell tinkled, he stepped inside. She didn’t stand to greet him.
His smile faltered, he saw the look in her eyes, he knew he was busted.
Now she would show him what this little girl was made of.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
Seeing the sugar shaker reminded me of the old rhyme, which goes:
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails
And puppy-dogs’ tails
That’s what little boys are made of
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what little girls are made of.
I decided to write a character of a little girl who was made of sterner stuff for the modern world!
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
Cheers for her!
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I don’t claim to be an expert on the fairer sex, but I never bought all that sugar and spice tosh!
Neat story, Iain
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It’s not my experience of them either! 😉
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Dear Iain,
It sounds like he deserves whatever he’s about to get. Well done. I thought of the nursery rhyme immediately.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, it sprung to mind, and then I immediately realised that this is not what little girls are made of! I know, I have one! 😉
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He is busted, she does right. Now I am thinking about how to rewrite the rhyme for modern life🙂
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Let us know if you come up with something Michael! 🙂
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Love it when the rose coloured glasses are off!
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She means business 🙂
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Maybe sugar and spice, but don’t cross her twice, for everything nice and fine hides a steely spine. I’m sure he deserves her wrath.
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Nicely done, Trent! Thanks.
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The new version for modern times 😉 Thanks, I enjoyed the story.
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Nice one! Mom used to say I was made of nails covered in honey… whatever the H* that meant.
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I like the contradiction!
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Haha! Love it! Go girl!
I was just joking the other day with a friend. They were giviny me a hard time about my love for sugary lattes! I said I was just living up to the poem! 🙂
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Ha, I’m sure you are made up of all things nice! 😉
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Aren’t you kind! 🙂
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Great set-up
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Thank you
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I think she might put salt in his coffee instead of sugar. Oops… 😀
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He’ll be lucky if he gets away with just that! 🙂
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We do deliver our Truth with a boot in the butt, when necessary.
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Don’t we little boys know it! 😉
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😂😂😂
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Sugar and chilli powder! Beware, young man!
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I think it’s too late, he’s walked straight into this trap! Thanks Keith.
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Methinks he’s done something to bring out the not so sweet side of her!
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Think of an aggressive spice and you might be closer to what she is made of 😉
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As the mother of a major pepper-head, I can think of quite a few spices 😉
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At least now she knows his true colors~
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Yep, she found him out alright.
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Boys will be boys no doubt, but every once in a while a girl will make them pay for it.
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And so they should! 🙂
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I like how you’ve managed to write a huge story in so few words!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you so much Susan 🙂
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Well done, Iain. We all have to be made from “sterner stuff” these days, don’t we?
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We certainly do. Thanks Honie 🙂
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If he survives this, he may be a wiser man
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It’s a big ‘if’.
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I can see a full character just from this line: “The arrogant strut, the charming smile, the nonchalant wave.” Great piece.
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Thank you – yeah, we all know the type I’m talking about! 🙂
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You nailed this. Her playing with the sugar container…the whole sugar and spice thing. Her not willing to be betrayed anymore. Excellent!
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Thanks Sascha, it all tied together 🙂
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Atta girl 😉 haha
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😉 Thanks
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That took the arrogance out of his strut 🙂
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More of a limp on the way out.
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Excellent, Iain! I REALLY want to know what happens next!
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I can’t it’s too painful 😉
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i hope he has enough charm to win her over. 🙂
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I don’t fancy his chances! 🙂
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Oh yeah, you go kick his butt, girlfriend! Gosh I remember that poem, never believed it either
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Like most nursery rhymes – complete nonsense! 🙂
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Good for her. Cheers!
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Thank you
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Nursery rhymes and children’s tales and songs bare closer inspection and some need rewriting, you’re absolutely correct!
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Thank you – you are the expert in this field! 🙂
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I could see her face and I could his face seeing her face. She should have held onto the sugar container and dumped it over his head before walking out.
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Haha, a likely conclusion!
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🙂
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It sounds like she’s more spice than sugar, which is not bad at all.
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You do want a bit of spice for sure 🙂
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What a smashing story, Iain! You’ve written it with exquisite precision. Lovely. That’s put a smile on my face!
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Thanks Penny, very kind 🙂
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That’s a perfect flash fiction story. Very well done indeed.
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Thanks so much
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I think little girls are made of pepper and steel… with a thin layer of sugar on top
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Sounds like the right mix 🙂
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Great writing. I saw the scene unfolding before me. He underestimated her!
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That was his biggest mistake! Thanks
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Great story! Yes, there are no words for how much that sexist little ditty bugged me growing up. Now I’m older and I’m like … sure. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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