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Gayle Beveridge
Three Pence Each
Flat Lemonade
He set three empty bottles on a counter he
couldn’t see over. Each carried a three pence refundable deposit.
‘I’d like a Rocket Icy Pole
please; from the bottle money.’ He spoke with confidence; he had rehearsed.
Old Clarence stared from
beneath verandah eyebrows. ‘Where’d you get the bottles boy, your mother never
buys soft drinks.’
‘A red one please.’
‘I reckon you stole those
bottles from the crate out back. I reckon you’re a thief, boy.’ Old Clarence
slammed his fist on the counter and one of the bottles toppled.
The boy watched it fall;
then turned and ran.
About the
author
Gayle loves her family,
dogs, sunsets and chocolate. Her stories appear in anthologies, including Award
Winning Australian Writing 2009 and 2012, Mosaic, The Umbrella’s Shade and
Vegemite Whiskers. She has placed in Australian and international competitions
and tweets very short stories on twitter @GayleBeveridge. More about Gayle at http://www.ficklefictioncom
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