I found this photograph in my old wooden trunk – I’m Ethel and that’s me with black hair, on my right is baby Laura and on my left is the blond Helen.
It was Granny’s birthday and she wanted our photograph taken.
We all had to put our best clothes, walked to the studio and stayed still for the photograph which took forever.
Granny passed away two years after that, my father went to war and was killed in action.
My mother took care of us – it was a tough time.
Fifty years later, I’m now married to George with three children, Helen works as a nurse and Laura works in a publishing house – both still single.
For: Tale Weaver #23 and Six Sentence Stories
Mum and Dad woke up early, dad made some tea and brought it up to him.
He tossed and turned in bed, pretending to still sleep.
Actually, he was up since the crack of dawn, eagerly waiting for something special.
Today was the culmination of all his hard work and the deciding factor for the rest of his life.
And so when the postman delivered that letter, he ran down quickly and opened the letter.
“I made it, I made it!” he shouted and both his parents hugged him.
“Ten more sit-ups, come on, you can do it… one…two…” that was my friend encouraging me to go on.
“I can’t … I can’t breathe anymore… why are you so mean?” I moaned.
“Think of all the pounds that you’d lose, that gorgeous 100-pound black dress you wanted,” added her.
“I know, I know, I promise I’ll be better tomorrow, let’s have a break now, please?” I begged.
“OK, we can go aqua-jogging tomorrow morning,” she suggested.
“Sure!” and so we dashed out of the gym.