A Batty Teatime RiddleA Story by Roland PetrovI wrote this piece for a contest called "Alice". I didn't win.Allie thought she'd been invited to an all girls tea party, but when she entered the parlor, just as the clock struck six, she saw two boys at the table and no one else. The table had been laid, and the boys already had their tea. She curtsied and said, "Hi, I'm Allie. Who are the fine gentlemen I have the pleasure of taking tea with this afternoon?" "I'm Mark," said the boy with the Mohawk hairstyle, and then he pointed at the boy with a baseball cap on sideways and said, "We call him The Batter." "Oh," said Allie, "do you play in Little League?" "He's in a league of his own," said Mark. Allie sat down. She looked at Mark and said, "I like your hair." "You're the first person I've met that likes Mark's hair," said The Batter. "May I have a cup of tea, then?" asked Allie. "Help yourself," said The Batter. "Me and Mark crave tea. We have it all the time." "Tea is nice," said Allie. "I do like a cup once in a while." "Hey," said The Batter, "why is a craving like a writhing pest?" Allie thought a moment. "I really don't know. "Why is it?" "He doesn't know either," said Mark. "That's right. I haven't the slightest idea," said The Batter. Allie finished her tea sooner than she normally would have. "I really should be going," she said, rising from her chair. "You only just got here," said The Batter sternly. "Have another cup." Just then the clock struck six. Allie introduced herself and sat down. © 2016 Roland PetrovReviews
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StatsAuthorRoland PetrovDesert Hot Springs, CAAboutEvery type of school I went to was in a different country on a different continent: primary school in England, junior high in Ethiopia, high school in Lebanon, and university in the United States. I'v.. more..Writing
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