Nan told us not to play there. I bet if she caught us hanging out around the tank, we’d be given a hiding. Not that Nan is mean or anything. She just has rules. Rules about most things. Rules that don’t make sense. Rules that always spoil our fun.
She never used to be like that. It used to be fun to spend a week at Nan’s. You could sleep in the lounge room, on the floor. If you woke up early, she wouldn’t mind if you turned the telly on. Mum never let us watch telly in the morning. But Nan would.
Not anymore though.
People say she’s losing her marbles. I just reckon she worries too much. I think she worries she’ll lose us.
Like she lost Mum.
Lehane, 5 months ago
Nicely paced. An enjoyable read.
Kitsmumma, 5 months ago
This is quite chilling and sad…........................ mums gone but that tank is still there, a constant reminder! Really well written, and thanks again, I’m honoured.
Natella2020, 5 months ago
I really like this. It is so sad.
Chanel2, 5 months ago
Yes, I enjoyed reading this too.
Peter Davidson, 5 months ago
yes, a dark tale, powerfully told. Thanks for the read!
Anne van Alkemade
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5 months ago
oh, that’s so sad. Beautifully written.
Domenica, 4 months ago
Hey thanks kids! I appreciate all your comments…
I don’t know where this piece came from. As my little sister would say, it just fell out of my pen!
staz89, about 1 month ago
Sad but great work
MickyMc, about 1 month ago
Maybe it’s just me; but I couldn’t help thinking that the reason Nan didn’t want them playing by the tank, was, because Mum was in there.
A really nice bit of flash
Huxton Heroes, about 1 month ago
Completely unexpected ending…
Wow.
Digby, about 1 month ago
Very well written. Perfectly pitched and such an evocative sensibility.