The Ballad of the Pink Flamingo
The Ballad of the Pink Flamingo
The Ballad of the Pink Flamingo
by S A Melia
“Mum!”
It was a two-meter-tall, candy-pink inflatable flamingo
and it sat squashed and sad-looking in the high street window.
“She does not belong there,” Hazel told me.
She’s ten but she’s wise, so I agreed.
We walked with purpose into the shop.
“Sixty-nine pounds,” the till girl told us.
“Oh dear, we can’t afford that,” I told Hazel.
“No, we can’t…
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