Oh hello Everybody. I’ve wandered in a bit late today, sorry. But I have a fresh new piece, still drying himself in the evening sun to share with you. Part of the hold up has been me getting distracted by his stories… Living on the Edge 144; Once Upon a Time …
“Tell us about the olden days Granddad. Tell us…”
Sammy and Tina were twirling around the front garden, making Boris feel giddy. He wondered how tales of such terror could bring such joy. But, in its way, the act of speaking it all out loud was actually quite a release.
He had started telling the stories as a way of amusing the children whilst their mother was working but he had come to enjoy recounting them, weeding out anything too frightening and adding a bit of shine. The children began to hang around his doorstep badgering him to tell them the next instalments.
“Well” he began “did I ever tell you about the time me and your grandmother nearly got snipped by the wicked Blades?”
Their windows grew wider and they waited whilst Boris cleared his throat… xxx