100-Word Fiction: ‘Down the Lonning’

– What are the white flowers in the grass?
– Cow parsley, said John.
– No, no, Alex starkly corrected him: it’s Queen Anne’s Lace. She held his stare. He turned around and started down the lonning.
– Maybe May flower, something, he said.
– What was that?
– Nothing. Nothing.
Jack ran up to his heels:
– Does the cow eat the parstley?
– I don’t think so.
– Why did mummy say it was Queen’s Laces.
– She… well, it’s called that too. It has different names.
– Why?
– It depends.
Alex had caught up and took Jack’s hand:
– You’ll tell him it’s about class.
– Maybe.
– Don’t dislike me.