Brown is Better: Flash Fiction

We sat under the sunshine warm and toasty waiting for those rays of gold to do their work. We weren’t good enough as is, we needed to be brown. Brown was better.  People wanted brown. By afternoon we were ready.  Shirley picked us up one by one shining our smooth skin with the soft cloth of her flowing floral skirt, coins jiggling in her pocket. We could see Mrs. May coming, walking towards us, ready to scoop us up for the chocolate cake she’d have cooling on her windowsill by teatime. “Oh my aren’t they perfect!” She exclaimed. Good Eggs! … Continue reading Brown is Better: Flash Fiction