A Penchant for Peanuts

A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson.

Amy stood staring into her bedroom mirror. “Just look at my fat belly Tom.”

“You’re pregnant pet. I think you’ll find a fat belly goes with the territory.”

“But I’m not that far gone. I shouldn’t be this big.”

“Try laying off the bread. You know that causes bloating.”

Amy adopted an indignant pose. “I haven’t been eating loads of bread.”

“You expect me to buy that. The peanut butter is practically all gone and I haven’t had any of it.”

Amy got into bed, but no sooner had she snuggled up against Tom when she thought she heard a noise. She lifted her head from the pillow. “Did you hear that? There’s someone downstairs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Tom said. “You probably left the dishwasher on. I suppose you want me to go and check?” Tom dutifully got up to investigate. But he froze half way down the stairs. He too could hear a noise coming from the kitchen. As he cautiously approached the kitchen doorway he could clearly see a small figure standing by the worktop. She seemed to be busy doing something. He moved closer. It was a small girl dressed in a nightdress. “Who are you?” Tom asked.

“I’m your daughter Molly.”

“But I haven’t got a daughter.”

“And what do you think that is in Mummy’s tummy, a gerbil?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making a peanut butter sandwich. You always told me a peanut butter sandwich will help keep the monsters away. Monsters hate peanuts.”

“I don’t understand,” Tom said. “Where have you come from? Why are you here?”

“Look, I don’t understand any of that. You’ll have to ask an adult.”

Tom began to move closer still but as soon as he did Molly turned and held out both arms as if to push him backwards. “You mustn’t come any closer. You shouldn’t really be seeing me at all. I need to make this sandwich and get straight back to bed. And you need to get back to mummy. She’ll be wondering what you’re up to.”


The next morning Amy sat at breakfast reading the paper. “Have you heard this? Apparently, we’re being hit by a massive gravitational wave. They reckon two black holes must have collided somewhere in deep space and then exploded.”

“That explains it,” Tom mumbled. “The future is somehow washing over the present.”

“What was that?”

“Oh nothing pet. Did I tell you I’ve had a premonition? We’re going to have a baby girl.”

“Well, there’s a fifty percent chance you might be right, but if you are, I’ve decided she’s going to be called Molly.” Amy hesitated. “You okay with that?”

“Why not? I think I quite like Molly.”

Gravitational wave

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