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A Tantalizing Tales “Turn Life into Fiction” May Prompt
The Right Day
Today isn’t school
The girl has her hands full. One hand holds her mother’s, and that’s nice, but the other holds a packet of sweets, and that’s nicer. Nicest. They’re good sweets: fruity and squishy, so they won’t make her teeth feel funny but they will leave her mouth tasting right.
The girl is happy: happy with a hand, happier with sweets, and happiest that she’s not at school. School is loud and full of people who talk to her, and she’s always in the wrong place. There is a cross lady who doesn’t like her. There are boys who take things. There are other girls who ask her questions like the cross lady does, and just like with the cross lady, her answers are always wrong. There is lunchtime, but sometimes the food makes her mouth unhappy, and there are breaks when people talk at her even though she just wants to stand by the wall and watch.
The girl doesn’t like school, and she never will.
But today isn’t school. Today is grandma.
The girl likes visiting grandma. Mum and grandma talk to each other, and the girl can sit on a carpet which is the right kind of green and play with a pack of cards. Cards are silly, because letters mean numbers — like K is thirteen and Q is twelve, which isn’t…
