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Precocious, she was…

Chris Hall54 Comments

Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

‘I want to go on the dodgems. The bright purple one looks best.’
She grins, looking to her older brother. ‘Pretty please?’ As she jumps up and down, then waves her little hands.

‘You’ve got the money, haven’t you. And I’m sure we’ve enough.’
She wheedles her older brother. And it always works.

‘Look, it’s stopping.’
She grabs his hand and almost drags him over to the pretty bright purple bumper car.

She jumps in. She’s always the driver, even though she can only just reach that pedal. Then he pays that tall guy, and they are off. Broom, broom!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100

23 January 2026

54 thoughts on “Precocious, she was…”

    • Oh yes, those two would always get on I’m sure, although sadly neither were real (giggling).

      However, there was a problem… and again. I couldn’t post back to you on your most recent story – spam, I assume. What I said was: Ha ha, I’m still laughing about what you have written, Darnell. However, I actually I didn’t really understand half of that – just like Brenda said!

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