Written for Flash! Friday.
By Lisa McCourt Hollar
Griselda grinned, trying not to allow her glee to get the best of her. She hadn’t gotten away yet. The three babies she carried in a basket wriggled around, threatening to topple out. Stopping for just a moment to tuck them back in under the cover, she then headed out the door to the garden.
“I’m just a nurse, caring for some sickly babies,” she murmured, projecting an air of authority. No one tried to stop her as she slipped out of the garden. No longer containing her joy, she cackled loudly. She would be eating very well tonight.
Word Count: 99