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.
IAIN KELLY 
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