Poor little rich girl
April 17, 2013
“Mummy, I want a pony,” demanded Clarissa from the back seat of the Bentley. “Ask your father,” came the terse response. Later, when Mr Dennington-Smythe returned home from golf, Clarissa tried again. “Ask your mother,” her father barked while pouring himself a large Campari and soda. Poor little Clarissa Dennington-Smythe.
Photgraph by Emilio Quntana
Fifty Words a Day 
love her name!
Thank you, it needed just the right number of syllables.
Someone with so much yet has so little. Stereotypes are great for fifties… they save so much description. Nicely crafted!
Good, I’m glad you got my point with this story. Money can’t buy you love/happiness.