“Scarlet will you shut it? Christ even Jerry hates that torture” My sister spat under her breath.
I put my violin back into it’s faded case. Leaning back in my chair, I watched the faces sitting in my front room. None of them seemed annoyed.
The cushion from my chair had been removed long ago. The stuffing for Lily’s ripped teddy bear and the material for a patchwork quilt to keep us warm.
I spilt my watered down tea -or rather, water with added tea- onto a poster by my feet.
“Carrots help you see in the dark”… I doubt it.