Cradle: a story about our characters and an infant or small child
Cradle
Anthony Strallan rummaged frantically through his desk drawers. His office mate watched with annoyance.
"What are you looking for?" Edith finally asked, when a hastily tossed aside sleeve of Biros skidded across her desk top.
"I had a whole pack of biscuits in here on Friday and they've disappeared!" he replied. Suddenly he stopped digging through his things and looked at Edith's innocent expression with narrowed eyes.
"Alright…alright," Edith gave in. "I had my nephew George with me here on Saturday. He may have found your biscuits." At Anthony's flabbergasted look, she rolled her eyes. "Calm down, Strallan. I'll buy you another pack of Custard Creams."
"Your nephew? Well, that would explain the artwork someone left in my bottom side drawer." Edith looked with curiosity at the montage of dinosaurian shaped figures dancing across the paper in Anthony's hand. Her eye fell on the stick figure being devoured by the T-Rex and she noted with amusement that it was taller than the rest, had blue eyes, and either wore wings or an academic robe.
"He's been acting out quite a bit since his sister was born last month. Is the Triceratops stomping on a Moses basket?"
Anthony squinted. "Either that or a burrito. I suppose keeping him is good practice for when you have your own sprogs."
"How do you know I don't?" Edith demanded. Anthony looked at her with surprised eyes. "How do you know I didn't have a torrid affair with a married man, get pregnant and have to give the child up for adoption?" She cocked a challenging eyebrow at him.
"Did you?" he asked, after closing his gaping mouth.
"That would be none of your business," Edith proclaimed, grabbing her handbag and heading for the door. "Custard creams, right?"
