I'd honestly say you could put it in as it is right now, but if Jabie comes up with anything else, be ready to add it in.
*Blushes* If I ever get my act together, write that book of short stories and get published remind me to send you the ISBN, KillerClowns.
David, you wanted an older and more worldly woman. Here's a first stab. For reasons which will become readily apparent, she should have the Protective trait.
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Ding Dong Bell
Martha checked her dress in the wing mirror one last time before walking up the drive to the house and pressing the doorbell. The woman who answered carried an air of professionalism. She was rich, driven and probably viewed children as a lifestyle accessory.
Im here about the job.
Do you have any experience?
Twenty years, thought Martha, momentarily considering how quiet her house sounded now. She produced a certificate from her handbag. Mrs Williams eyed her suspiciously.
Ill put you on a weeks probation. Jeremy! Lucy! Come meet your new nanny.
Pussys in the well
Nanny, said Jeremy, as he voraciously devoured his ice-cream, look at the funny clouds.
Martha gazed upwards. It was as if someone had pulled the plug from the bath and the clouds were draining down the plughole.
Jeremy. Get inside. NOW
Who put in her in?
We did this, ranted the man on the television. His eyes were puffy and his makeup ran as he wept in front of the camera. He openly drank from a bottle of scotch, but if there was a director in the studio, he showed no sign of caring.
We did this, all of us. Just a little more. Pleeease. This is my last one. But it never is it? Ill give up when Ive got a wide screen telly, when Ive bought that new suit, when Ive got that new kitchen. And we can keep on taking and taking and whats worst is wed do it over again and again if we had the chance. And who gives a toss if some poor kid in the third world broke his back making it, at least it was cheap, at least I didnt have to pay much. Only now its time to pay. Weve pissed off the dead and now theyve come back to haunt us and things are gonna get an awful lot worse and if anyones still watching I suggest you save yourself trouble and beat the rush.
Martha didnt reach the remote control in time before the screen went red. Lucy didnt stop crying for an hour.
Little Johnny Thin
What the hell did you do to her? Martha caught sight of the half empty bottle of milk and the can of weed-killer on the kitchen table.
Its for the best. She wouldnt...
But Martha never learnt what Lucy wouldnt. Mr Williams slumped to the floor.
Who pulled her out?
The biker had pointed a gun at Jeremy. That was his first and only mistake. He didnt even see the wrench til it was too late.
Martha looked up the motorbike up and down. It was looked serviceable. It had a couple of hundred miles left in it, maybe more if she was lucky. As she strapped Jeremy onto the back, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She no longer recognised the face staring back at her.
Little Tommy Stout
Treat her right, the old timer told the refugee, as he tilled the fields, and Mayor Martha will make you one of the Family. But dont you dare try to cross her... He looked out over the grain fields at the scarecrows, flapping in the winds like forgotten children's dolls.