The marmalade ghost…
Friday fiction - 100 words…
Her door, strangely, is open although Ellie is certain she’d locked it. She had been out to buy oranges due a promise to her son of marmalade toast for breakfast and been gone barely 10 minutes.
She can smell their citrusy scent stronger than it should be as she carries them to the kitchen. Putting them gently down, fearful of having smushed a few en route she turns to her work space and stares speechlessly at enough pre-cut oranges for fifty kilos of marmalade, jars ready also.
The sound of giggling and tangerine blur disappears by the back door… 🍊
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- this is a rather hurried Number 2 and late!
Have a great weekend…
We love the sound of this mischievous ghost. Loved "giggling and tangerine blur"
And….. ???? Excellent Sweetie, I’m waiting on the edge of my seat.