PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields
Perdy had triumphed on the hunt. She sat outside her tent, arms around the corkscrew horns of an enormous kudu bull. Its blood-clotted nose rested in her lap.
‘What a trophy,’ someone said.
Perdy smirked and looked across at Violet.
‘Jolly well done, darling,’ Violet said. ‘Do you have the right wall for it? Back home?’
‘You’ve not moved in with me, have you!’
Perdy’s mouth twitched in a sort-of smile.
Violet took the smile and turned it into her own. Her fingers caught at mine. ‘Goodness, if everyone who came to one of my parties moved in, there’d be no room for me.’