A Right Pickle

A short story Warning: questionable language alert. I fix a smile and open the door. ‘Hi, Pol. Good holiday?’ ‘Brilliant! Did Peter Piper miss his mummy?’ She flies to the birdcage, where a blue budgie bobs up and down in front of its mirror. Polly chirps, ‘Who’s a pretty boy, then?’ Blue Peter is silent. … Continue reading A Right Pickle