Baby Talk – By Stephen Wright

A warm welcome to Stephen Wright and his tiny but perfectly formed short, short story

Hubert wriggled around in his pram and tried to straighten up his

copy of The Telegraph and said to Geoffrey,

“Now pay attention old boy, 9 across ‘beloved, much prized’,

eight letters.”

“Have we got any other letters in it,” asked Geoffrey, tapping the

ash off his cigar on the edge of his pram.”

“Er, yes, we’ve got an O from 11 down HAEMOGLOBIN so it’s

something, something, something, something, something, O,

something, something.

“Mmm, not sure, it’s a hard one today, don’t you think, it’s not an

anagram is it?” queried Geoffrey

“Hold on I’ve just figured out the first letter, it’s a P for

POLYTHEISM, the worship of more than one god,” said Hubert,

sporting a self-satisfied grin.

“Trust you clever clogs, what about…” began Geoffrey

“Hold on old bean, Nanny at four o’clock, get rid of that Havana,”

said Hubert, projectile vomiting to distract the nanny, while

Geoffrey stubbed out his cigar and slipped it inside his babygrow.

and frantically wafted away the smoke.

“Oh poor darling,” said Nanny. “There, there now” she

cooed, “are you OK my little precious?” and as she wiped up

Hubert’s vomit, Hubert mentally filled in 9 across.


About cathi rae

50ish teacher & aspiring writer and parent of a stroppy teenager and carer for a confused bedlington terrier and a small selection of horses who fail to shar emy dressage ambitions. Interested in contemporary fiction but find myself returning to PG Wodehouse when the chips are down View all posts by cathi rae

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