I'm trying to take Gill's good advice from Inkpaperpen and draw out some of my work into longer pieces by running stories together, so here goes - this follows from Sacrifice which you can read here
“They’ll always catch you up”, Ella's Grandma had
said. Wiping her hands on her checked apron, she turned and shook her
head at the 5 year old licking the mixing spoon – “they’ll always catch you up , secrets and lies”.
She gently smiled at the memory as she considered
what to do, to keep it a secret or to tell? No-one really knew, they had their
theories of course but no-one knew who the father was, not even him. For the moment she could hold her knowledge
close, it didn’t matter, it had no bearing on today or tomorrow or the next day.
