Friday Fiction again and this week a photo from veteran player, Sandra Crook. I think she must have been with us at least as long as me, right Sandra?
Your thoughts and critique of my writing are always welcome.
Edith took the news with a sigh.
“I know you don’t approve, Mum, but the marriage just isn’t working for us.”
“I remember when marriage didn’t work for you, you worked for it. Things got a little rickety, you propped them up. Added a pillar. Or you leant harder on the ones you had.”
“And when there’s no pillars left?”
Edith glanced over at her grandsons. “You’ve three great pillars right there.”
“I don’t love her any more.”
“Well. Love’s the weakest pillar of all. I haven’t been in love since the Great War. And certainly not with your father.”