Happy Stories for Busy People
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From an award-winning storyteller, Happy Stories for Busy People is a collection of warm, witty and weird short stories suitable for adults, older children and whoever else likes to laugh and/or feel nice. Katrina tells a big fat lie, Old Mother Nasty stands up to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Dr L J Bartley-Durward builds a time machine to rescue a two-headed pet dog and Butterfly causes a massive explosion of candy floss. All this and more - including the opportunity to play “Spot the Colin”, and many happy endings.
Louise Etheridge
Louise Etheridge is an award-winning British poet, author and copywriter. She performs stand-up poetry and writes much of her work in the bath. Louise enjoys a good iambic pentameter and thinks there is nothing better than a ridiculous, silly or disturbing poem. Louise likes words and has a thing about palindromes. Her favourite one is "I roamed under it as a tired, nude Maori" as it raises more questions than it answers.
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Happy Stories for Busy People - Louise Etheridge
Happy Stories for Busy People
by
Louise Etheridge
Published by Angry Hen Press
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Copyright Louise Etheridge 2012. All rights reserved
Happy Stories for Busy People
By Louise Etheridge
Published by Angry Hen Press, November 2012.
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Cover Design by lovely Stephanie Andrews at Three Men & A Suit.
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ISBN: 978-0-9574315-1-5
Table of Contents
Katrina Tells a Lie
Happy Ghosts
What the Doily Birds Saw
Old Mother Nasty
How Magnus Southeby was Built
Aunt Gladys Fails to Return
Butterfly and the Ice Age
L J Bartley-Durward
The Queen’s Legs
About the Author
Katrina Tells a Lie
This is a story about Katrina and what happened the day she told a lie.
To you or me, lying might come quite easily. I'm sure one of us has said, The cheque's in the post,
or Darling, of course I love you,
or even, Officer, this man was already dead when I found him.
If so, shame on us!
But Katrina wasn't like us. She had a strict regard for truth. Honesty was her middle name. Really, it was — her parents christened her Katrina Honesty, because they too had a strict regard for truth.
Once, when she was seven years old and sitting down to tea with her mum and dad, she made the mistake of asking where babies came from. And because her mum and dad had a strict regard for truth, they didn't mention gooseberry bushes or the stork or even how mummy and daddy had a special hug, like my friend Glenda says to Dirk and Regina when they ask about this kind of thing. Instead, they launched into a description of the whole gory process, complete with hand gestures, the bolder elements of kabuki theatre and even diagrams drawn on the tablecloth in tomato ketchup. Queasy but unbowed, Katrina pushed away her plate of toad in the hole and pondered why the truth was sometimes unpleasant.
She also wondered why telling the truth seemed to get her into trouble. When Katrina was 14, her Aunt Edith came to stay, wearing a particularly vile hat. Aunt Edith said, Do you like my hat, Katrina?
Not really. It looks like a pigeon with dermatitis. Is it one?
said Katrina, wondering how Aunt Edith had caught it and persuaded it to sit on her head, all the way from Pinner. Aunt Edith turned an interesting shade of red. Artists would have called it vermillion and ten minutes later Katrina was packed upstairs to bed with absolutely no tea.
What did I do wrong?
mused Katrina, I only told the truth.
At university she was too honest for boyfriends. Darren really liked her and once said, Do you love me, Katrina?
No,
said Katrina, although it made her sad to say so.
Oh.
Darren looked rather hurt. I was rather hoping for a better answer,
he said.
Would you prefer a lie?
asked Katrina.
Well, yes, actually, I would.
But why?
Because it feels better than the truth.
Katrina couldn’t understand. But it's not true! How can pretend feel better than real?
Darren shrugged and thought that perhaps Caroline Crenshaw in Linguistics might be more his type.
Katrina did try having lots of boyfriends for a term, just to see if it were more honest. One of her lovers took her in his arms, and said, Katrina, am I the first man ever to make love to you?
You might be,
Katrina said, your face seems familiar.
Love went pear-shaped from then on.
After university she found a job teaching in an infant school. She liked the fact that little children and honesty went together very well. Children didn't seem to mind the truth, except during art. Alfie, her brightest and best-behaved child, ran up to her waving a piece of paper.
Miss, Miss, I've finished!
he said breathlessly, pink with pleasure and excited about his glorious picture. I bet Miss will love it,
he thought.
Look at my picture, Miss!
Alfie, very nice. Yes, very nice. But what's this here?
It's the sky, Miss.
But it's green!
Yes, Miss. I thought it would be nice to be green. Sometimes it feels green.
Oh. And what's this?
asked Katrina, pointing to some blue splodges.
It's the trees, Miss. Like the ones in the playing field.
Katrina said, quite kindly, But these are blue. Since when are trees blue? And, oh, look, Alfie, the sun definitely does not have a face.
Alfie’s own face fell. Well, he feels smiley when he is out...
and he tailed off.
That really is as may be, but it's not true,
Katrina said briskly. Can you do it again, please, properly, this time?
Oh, all right, Miss.
Alfie walked slowly back to his table.
The other teachers liked Katrina but soon learned never to ask her whether their bums looked big in anything. Every day was the same for Katrina. She got up early, had her breakfast, walked to school, taught her class, walked back home, made her tea and ate it while watching the telly. And then she went to bed.
You might survive doing this for one day a week, or even two days or three. I know some resilient people who do the same thing every day for four days a week. But Katrina did this for five days a week. And at the weekends she was content with her puzzles and her jigsaws, and pottering around her pretty garden, and knitting egg cosies, or jackets for Mrs Deans-next-door’s Westie, Rupert. Sometimes she even chatted with Mrs Deans-next-door over the garden fence, but more often she chatted to nobody.
Her life repeated its daily routine for 15 years and Katrina was content. When I say she was content, that might have been a tiny lie. This story is about lies, after all. Katrina was mostly content, but sometimes she felt a little sliver of a silver flame inside, a flame that wanted to be heard, be felt, be seen, and be known. She knew she was a happy and friendly person. She wanted people to know her. She wanted to fit in.
One amazing day she was flicking through one of the stodgy papers that were squished through her letterbox at the weekends, and saw something in the shiny colour supplement – that’s the slippery part that you secretly sniff and then regret it – something that made her sit bolt upright, and which for a brisk second launched airborne a fruit scone complete with butter and quince preserve. What Katrina had seen to make her lose her scone was an advert for a summer school. As she eagerly read the advert she learned that a summer school was a place where you stayed for a week and could learn to do almost anything you liked. She gasped at the choices. If she wanted, she could paint pictures of bare people or dowse ancient monuments or make puppet monsters or abseil from bridges or throw pots or do stand-up or learn about rodents. Because she had always liked art, she really fancied doing some drawing of people, even if they had clothes on. And when the brochure arrived everyone looked happy and friendly. At last she would fit in. She sent off her cheque and six weeks later she was there.
The first morning at summer school, she walked into the dining hall. Nervously she chose her breakfast — toast and butter, nothing too fiddly that she might drop on her clean top — and looked around the room. Who could she talk to? Among the buzz and chatter of the groups of people around the tables, she saw a woman on her own.
She looks a bit lonely. I'll go and sit with her,
thought Katrina.
As she approached, the woman looked up but didn't speak. Or smile.
May I sit here? Aren't these trays heavy!
began Katrina, hoping that a warm pleasantry and engaging smile might be a good start. She was wrong.
Well, you shouldn't eat so much,
said the woman, whose pursed lips and gooseberry eyes frightened Katrina so much that she was just about to turn away and find somewhere by herself when the woman said,"Oh, very well. Sit down. No, not there. I'm saving