“How does your garden grow, Mary?”
“Oh, not so good these days. Kids stole the silver bells, smashed the cockle shells; and when Jack died, the council cut down the beanstalk.”
“Isn’t that a different nursery rhyme?”
(Sigh) “Oh, I don’t know. It’s difficult to keep up at my age”
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Mike Olley writes short fiction. He has two collections of very short stories available, Better and Mind Clearance. His work has also been published online as well as in several anthologies. Originally from London, he spent a few years in Spain before a quirk of fate brought him back to live in an English seaside town. He now spends his time gathering storylines washed in by the sea.
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