1430. Frumpy Gabriella

There were two words in the English language that Gabriella despised: “frock” and “frump”. “Frock” because, even though it wasn’t, it sounded like something her great grandmother would wear. “Frump” because it sounded as if the woman concerned was dumpy, like a sack of wheat.

To be honest, Gabriella wasn’t God’s gift to the planet when it came to looks. She was slightly portly even though she was only sixteen. And she never dressed particularly fashionably because she didn’t have that much money in her weekly allowance.

She used to be teased at school. “You’re a frump in a frock” the other kids would shout. “A frump in a frock.”

Gabriella went to quite a fashionable shop to look for something nice that she might be able to afford, like a scarf or something. She did! She found a beret that she thought made her look quite smart. After purchase she filled out a form that asked why you would buy such an item of clothing. Gabriella wrote, “Because kids call me a frump in a frock”. And it won! It won! Gabriella didn’t even know it was a competition! She won ten thousand dollars’ worth of fashionable items!

9 thoughts on “1430. Frumpy Gabriella

  1. umashankar

    Now how can I stop these rivulets of happiness gushing forth from my eyes? O, the Force that sways The Great Central Black Hole of the Universe, why can’t my destiny be akin to Gabriella in this story?

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  2. Timothy Price

    Lovely, Gabriella really made made on being a frump. If she was in Wales she would have been a Frump in a Ffrog. I don’t know which is worse.

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