You honestly have such a knack of creating such powerful emotion. I need to learn this from you <3

lol, total nut job then!

“This has been going on long enough,” she says, pressing her lips together into a thin hard line of disapproval. “This won’t do at all. You look a mess.” Her eyes rake me over, leaving scars no one can see, but which I continue to feel long after she has gone.

I force a laugh, patting my hair self-consciously. “I’ve just had a baby. Nice clothes and make up aren’t that important to me right now,” I say.

She humphs self-righteously. “Well they should be. You don’t want Mikey’s eye to wander do you?”

I stare at her, aghast. My mouth drops open, but no words come. Fortunately, he wades in to my rescue. Or so I think.

“Come on now, mam. I’m nothing like dad, and you know it.”

She says nothing. She doesn’t have to. She just spears him with her ‘mother’s always right’ gaze and he backs down, just like he has always done, just like everyone has always done, and I realise that I can never win.

Difficult to explain. The board was a sort of black painted scroll in a box that you could pull round. He sat on the top of that box about ten feet up.

The sequel to the prequel is on Esther’s challenge this week.

hahahahaha this is brilliant. Love the twist at the end Keith 😀