Babies for Breakfast
Katie pushed her breakfast with her spoon, driving the smooth skinned fruit around her plate in wobbly circles, leaving a trail of red, like watery blood, on the shiny white surface.
‘Eat your breakfast, Katie,’ said mummy through a mouthful of toast.
‘It looks like a baby.’
Mummy looked up from her newspaper. She moved her eyes from her daughter’s round face to the blood orange half on the plate. The flesh had been driven out by Katie’s spoon and almost did look like a baby.
‘Don’t be silly, please.’
Katie named it ‘Princess Constance’ and ate it all up.