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The Scarlet Parcelthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 4372 words)

Author: Bradley Stoke Picture in profile
Added: Oct 15 2007Views / Reads: 1232 / 1091 [89%]Story vote: 9.40 (5 votes)
Heather is a single mother living in a pretty cottage in a picturesque English village. After seeing her daughter onto the school bus, she must get back before either Gerry or the postman arrives. The postman is due to deliver a scarlet parcel whose conte
 


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A pair of blue-tits was fighting each other for exclusive access to the peanut holder Heather had just attached to the bird table. A female pheasant's dull brown feathers twitched under a bush as it waited for Heather to return to the cottage kitchen. Then it could peck at the seeds scattered liberally at the foot of the rotting bird table

Heather smiled. She pushed open the door to the kitchen where her daughter, Paula, was stirring a bowl of Coco Pops with a spoon.

"Is the pheasant there?" Paula asked.

"Yes," said Heather, as she poured herself a cup of coffee from the jug. "Not the boy pheasant, though. One of his girlfriends."

"Oh!" said Paula, disappointed. "I like the boy pheasant best. He's pretty!"

Heather sat next to her daughter by the kitchen table. Over the sound of The Fimbles on the television, whose morning adventures occasionally attracted Paula's attention, Heather could hear the reassuring sound of lambs bleating in the field that abutted the cottage garden. She loved her cottage and everything about it. The garden she tended when she had the time. The view over the fields to the distant copse and farmhouse. The birdsong that greeted her every morning as she drew the curtains to her bedroom. It might be an expensive luxury. The mortgage was easily ...

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