First Line Friday 18th June, on Saturday

For some reason, this didn’t come into my reader yesterday, but it is another of my favourite challenges so I was glad to pick it up elsewhere.
Dylan Hughes is our host for the MLMM First Line Friday where we are given a picture and a first line to inspire us.
Your line for this week is:

The cafe began to feel like her only real home.

The cafe began to feel like her only real home.
When she’d seen the ‘Help Wanted’ sign on the window, she didn’t hesitate.
The smell of homemade bread and cakes filled her nostrils and made her mouth water.
Such a contrast to the stale cabbage and urine soaked corridors of the orphanage.
She was greeted by a rosy faced woman with a smile a mile wide and hired on the spot, practically before she’d opened her mouth.
She watched in fascination as the pastries and pies were made, and soon realised that this was no ordinary tea rooms. She learned quickly and they made a great team.
Birdie was a character beyond measure. She knew everyone and everything about them, and Greta was no exception, as if some telepathic force was at work. Nothing was secret.
Greta thrived under Birdie’s tutelage and guidance, becoming a beloved parent she never knew, a wise mother who cherished rather than chastised.
The years passed and the cafe went from strength to strength, then Birdie died suddenly.
Greta was devastated.  Not only had she lost her mentor, but also her friend and trusted companion.
Greta kept the cafe open until Birdie’s family was contacted, then she would work out what to do.
As things turned out, Birdie had no family, and had left the cafe, lock, stock and barrel, to Greta. This included the tiny flat above the premises where Birdie’s presence was in abundance.
Now, Greta gazed fondly at a photograph of she and Birdie on the mantle, though not remembering it being taken. Turning it round, she read the date on the back. It was several months before she was born and the young woman in the picture was Birdie herself.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to First Line Friday 18th June, on Saturday

  1. murisopsis says:

    Great ending twist! The mystery deepens even as the story concludes!

  2. Whoa! The ending really did it for me. Love it! The pace and timing couldn’t be more perfect. Beautifully crafted!

  3. Oh wow! The plot thickens. I wonder why Birdie never said a word! Good one, Di

  4. Lorraine says:

    And on the mantle in the photograph, a photograph of . . . . Nice twist.

  5. willowdot21 says:

    Oh! I love that ending 💜

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