The in-class competition brief was to depict a pastime in Autumn.
Rosie thought long and hard, wanting something original, something that would blow the tutor’s socks off, but remain in keeping with the theme.
She had a week to present her piece which wasn’t long in the scheme of things.
The gate opened with its friendly squeak, and she let herself in through the back door.
Nan was in the kitchen. It was just the two of them now after her parents had been killed in a car crash and Grandpa had died years before.
Dipping her finger in the bubbling sauce in the pan, Nan playfully tapped her knuckles and asked her to set the table.
The kitchen was small but large enough for a fold down table and two chairs.
‘I’ll make tea shall I?’ she said.
‘Please. Don’t forget, one teaspoon for each of us and one for the pot. None of your teabag rubbish!’
Laughing, Rosie put a couple of books to one side and an idea began to form.
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For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a foldable wooden chair upon which is a small, painted porcelain teapot and a clear glass cup with mint leaves soaking in water, both of which are sitting upon two books. Draped over the back of the chair is small, white, thickly weaved throw.