It was a rare occasion when Hanna had time to look through the box her grandmother had left her. Today was her day off, yet she had offered to help Liz in the kitchen and had been shooed away. Now, with the pictures spread across her bed, she looked at each one and read the words on the back for the hundredth time. Her favourite was one of her grandmother at someone’s birthday. Surrounded by people Hanna was yet to identify. On the table was a cheese keeper. “That looks like the one Liz has in her china hutch.” |
Ann Edall-Robson Author, Photographer, Lover of Life "Capturing moments others may never get to experience. | Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - January 2, 2020 - Write a story about something found in a hutch. |