Oh those childhood games

By P.S.Gifford.

Sally Jones simply loved playing games. She was your typical six year old bubbly girl, overflowing with the simple joys of life, and today she was dressed in a pink polka dotted summer dress with a matching bow tied neatly in her long blond curly hair… It was a lovely bright May Saturday afternoon, and the English country garden smelled enchanting to her. She was so excited, as today she had decided to play her very favorite new game; doctors and nurses.

Skipping happily into the kitchen, she picked up the phone, and with her mother smiling sweetly on she called her school friend Jeremy .Inspired by the sound of Sally�s sweet voice Jeremy wasted no time riding his blue BMX bike quickly up the street, to her very large house.

He had arrived with a big goofy look on his freckled chubby face, and he was a little breathless after peddling so hard. Sally�s mother could not help but laugh at the young mans enthusiasm, and she offered them a pitcher of homemade lemonade and some fairy cakes, and suggested that they had a picnic in the back garden.

Sally smiled at her mother, and taking the delicious lemonade and cakes, her eyes twinkling led Jeremy outside.

Sitting down under the shade of a willow tree, they eagerly ate. Suddenly Sally took Jeremy�s hand and leaning in whispered into his eager ear that she wanted to play her favorite game. They then got up and laughing and frolicking raced to the far end of the picturesque garden, and to the garden shed.

Jeremy looked surprised that Sally wanted to tie him up at first, but the devilish look in her eyes made him finally succumb

It had been just the night before that sally had found her daddy�s old scalpel, tucked away in a hall closet in an old black leather bag. She had always wanted to be just like him, she was such a daddy�s girl. He was a famous doctor you see and often was featured on the television. How excited he was going to be, that at age six she had managed to complete her first heart transplant between Jeremy and the neighbors old German shepherd dog she had thought…. Although she was rather surprised by the large amounts of blood�She was going to have to practice more she pondered thoughtfully, as she played with the bow in her hair.�Still the day was still early she thought contently as she skipped into the kitchen, to once more use the phone and besides there were still lots of boys in her class�

P.S. Gifford

P.S. Gifford is a published horror author of great talent. He started submitting stories around 2005. His short stories are by far some of the best and most entertaining that I have read. Around that time he was invited to write columns which are titled "Paperback Writer."

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