Fragments Chapter 9 Page 1

Mary Holly Stanstead the third had reached the grand old age of nine this day and was wondering how on earth she would spend all of the squillions of doubloons in golden treasure she had received this very special day. In the, by the, from the postal service that came knocking upon one’s door such was the considered response from the population at large to mark this momentous occasion of ones 9th year turnage of the said pageth in responsibillium in the Book of Life.

Well it wasn’t really gold doubloons more like a couple of cheques and postal orders and one greasy, smelly five euro note from Uncle Jimmy. He was a strange man that Uncle Jimmy. Still musn’t dwell. Things to be doing.

Mary Holly, so called because she had been due on Christmas Day,