Milk Snatcher
An escaped cow meant we weren’t allowed to play outside. Looking back there were a thousand reasons I should've kept quiet but it was a hot day and too much energy trapped inside on such a morning had manifested itself in mischief.
The bottles were warm, glass sweated condensation. The comfortingly unpleasant smell of milk-fat hung over us. We sat, pierced our silver foiled lids. Drank deeply. And then, I raised my hand.
“She took my milk, Miss.”
“Roberts! Come here.”
Margaret got a real roasting that day and although she was innocent, she never did lose that nickname.
- Category: Humor / Comedy
- Tags: Thatcher, Milk Snatcher
7 comments add one below
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Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
Same! Thank you @clappingant Still finding my feet a bit
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Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
*shudder* I know! Thank you Drew and Aspen.
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Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Love it! The drabble, not the warm milk that is!
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Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
I met Denis once. He seemed quite a nice bloke, possibly pissed, but the MS wafted straight by me. I think I might have been lucky!
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Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
Thank you! Does anyone like warm milk?
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Christopher over 7 years ago
Insomniacs maybe, Lisa. But that's more for the tryptophan. Lovely drabble. Welcome to Drablr.
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S J Gunn over 7 years ago
A very naughty girl! I like warm milk with my cereal. Now there's a talking point! :-)
