Bett and her younger sister Marnie were walking through the village shopping ring, carrying a bucket of extremely heavy fruits to sell between them.
The son of the farmer that lived down the road from them, Kona, happened to be walking by, and Bett dropped her handle of the bucket, a hand on her hip, the other fiddling with a plait, giggling as he passed.
"Ouch! Ouuuwwwwch! Ouchouchouch...." Marnie grunted, clutching her foot that had recently been crushed by a heavy bucket of fruit.
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Short stories of Settlesbrooke
General FictionShort stories. Really short stories. Shorter than Val.