GRANDA’S WATCH
Granda and Nanna’s cottage smelled of
smouldering peat, and there was always a chunk of buttered brack to eat with tea.
Julie loved helping Nanna cook and
pod peas, but her favourite thing was Granda’s pocket watch. He would prise it open
with his thick thumbnail, saying, ‘There he goes!’ but Julie was never quite
quick enough to see the tiny man who chimed the hours. Granda would pinch her
cheek and chuckle, ‘Next time, poppet.’
Now Julie’s children play computer games and are healthily sceptical, but even they keep trying to
catch a glimpse of the little chiming man.
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This week's photo brought two things to mind - the Laxie Wheel on the Isle of Man, and a huge Dollar I saw in Canada - neither of which I have written about! Jennifer Prendergast took the photo which Rochelle used for the Friday Fictioneers' prompt on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ You can follow the link from there to read other stories, after you've left a comment on mine!
