Welcome my dear, come in put your feet up and have a nice cup of tea! I decided to scribble "Betsy" after a friend put out a little Facebook request for stories "for a project". Hmm I thought, why not! But the request was a tough one, with a word count set at only 150 it would have to be tiny. I failed and the story ended up closer to 180 words, but no matter, because what I present to you now dear reader is the re-edit... Yes I went crazy and started inserting words all over the place. Not quite willy-nilly you'll be glad to know (well almost). This version stands at a mighty 290 words, yes count them if you doubt me, I dare you. Or you could just take my word for it (why not I've an honest face). For your entertainment, I present to you "Betsy's Last Legs", enjoy!
‘Oh Vera, I think I’m goin’ to have to get a new battery for Betsy… No, flat as pancake, and she was on charge all night. Poor thing almost got me home. A nice young man wheeled her all the way up the hill for me… I know, I almost told him to leave her there and give me the push, could you imagine his young hands all over me… Cheeky cow! Although, he was quite dishy. No, I didn’t, and I didn’t give him a thank you kiss either. Honestly Vera, your mind is in the gutter. I gave him something for his trouble though… No, not my phone number. Will you behave; you’re as bad as our Shelly! His reward for rescuing this ‘fair maiden’ was a nice fresh doughnut… Of course they’re jam!’