A Quarter Of... (3)
anonymous
December 28 2010, 14:57:36 UTC
Arthur is such an old man, thinking about the past. Yep, they’re called fairy cakes in England. Cup cakes are normally the tiny little muffins. I’ve just realised that England can see fairies and they’re called fairy cakes. America shows up in the next one, the whole Arthur serving the customers just expanded. It’s just weird thinking about England the nation working in a sweet shop. I must find a way to get the apron into this fill. Anyway thanks again for the comments, I’m always surprised I get so many. Since it’s been so long since I updated, have an extra two parts!
The next boy that came up had brown hair and brown eyes and a manner that reminded Arthur of Canada.
"Please could I have a quarter of the Apple and Custard?" He asked quietly and Arthur smiled softly. He had always felt slightly guilty for favouring America over Canada, even when Canada was such a good colony. There was always a slight barrier between them though, especially after Canada had come to England from France and the American Revolutionary War so soon afterwards.
"Of course. Would that be all?" Arthur asked, watching the boy's expression lighten as he handed him the bag. The boy paid and Arthur handed back his change.
"Come on James, let's go." An older boy with the same coloured eyes came up behind the boy, looking impatient.
"I was just saying thank you John." James answered firmly, before turning back to Arthur and saying, "thank you."
"You're very welcome." Arthur replied and waved goodbye to the boy. Miss Brown stopped as she was on her way to the back and said to Arthur in a low voice,
"The way you act around these children, it's like they are all your children." She moved on quickly but Arthur smiled at the thought. They were all his children, even more so now that he had no more true colonies left.
The shop shut at eight o'clock, after the last few people came in for something sweet after dinner. Arthur stretched, feeling pleasantly tired as he did so and rolled a pear drop in his tongue.
"I do miss them all when they go." Miss James sighed as she cleared up the sweets that had fallen to the floor. Arthur started to wipe down the counter and the other surfaces.
"It is quite nice seeing their excited faces." Miss Brown commented as she sealed the jars again.
"One of the best parts of running a sweet shop."
"Along with trying the goods." Miss James reminded her friend who nodded in agreement. Arthur smiled at the two ladies. He admired how they were trying to keep a small part of tradition going; bringing back the sweets they remembered as a child and all the fond memories that came with them.
"Thanks for your help Arthur. Are you coming back tomorrow?" Miss Brown asked and Arthur nodded.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." When they had finished tidying up, Arthur bid them goodbye and headed into the cold London street. He had pulled his scarf tighter around him, the weather had been unusually warm last week so now it was making up for it by reminding everyone that it was nearing winter, and started down one of the alleyways back to the hotel.
Since it’s been so long since I updated, have an extra two parts!
The next boy that came up had brown hair and brown eyes and a manner that reminded Arthur of Canada.
"Please could I have a quarter of the Apple and Custard?" He asked quietly and Arthur smiled softly. He had always felt slightly guilty for favouring America over Canada, even when Canada was such a good colony. There was always a slight barrier between them though, especially after Canada had come to England from France and the American Revolutionary War so soon afterwards.
"Of course. Would that be all?" Arthur asked, watching the boy's expression lighten as he handed him the bag. The boy paid and Arthur handed back his change.
"Come on James, let's go." An older boy with the same coloured eyes came up behind the boy, looking impatient.
"I was just saying thank you John." James answered firmly, before turning back to Arthur and saying, "thank you."
"You're very welcome." Arthur replied and waved goodbye to the boy. Miss Brown stopped as she was on her way to the back and said to Arthur in a low voice,
"The way you act around these children, it's like they are all your children." She moved on quickly but Arthur smiled at the thought. They were all his children, even more so now that he had no more true colonies left.
The shop shut at eight o'clock, after the last few people came in for something sweet after dinner. Arthur stretched, feeling pleasantly tired as he did so and rolled a pear drop in his tongue.
"I do miss them all when they go." Miss James sighed as she cleared up the sweets that had fallen to the floor. Arthur started to wipe down the counter and the other surfaces.
"It is quite nice seeing their excited faces." Miss Brown commented as she sealed the jars again.
"One of the best parts of running a sweet shop."
"Along with trying the goods." Miss James reminded her friend who nodded in agreement. Arthur smiled at the two ladies. He admired how they were trying to keep a small part of tradition going; bringing back the sweets they remembered as a child and all the fond memories that came with them.
"Thanks for your help Arthur. Are you coming back tomorrow?" Miss Brown asked and Arthur nodded.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it." When they had finished tidying up, Arthur bid them goodbye and headed into the cold London street. He had pulled his scarf tighter around him, the weather had been unusually warm last week so now it was making up for it by reminding everyone that it was nearing winter, and started down one of the alleyways back to the hotel.
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