Auntie
By birksy
She used to knit all day, click, click, like wallabies doing two-steps, never dropped a stitch, never looked to see us children making silly faces. She’s a pillar of my youth, holds a high and mighty place, though she used to make us breathe her smoke, get her fags from the shop when required, light them up so she didn’t have to stop clicking. Now she’s gone, her unfinished work a jumper for me, it read best nephew, but the W was unfinished, and no-one here knows what else to do. I fold it up and place it on the box, she’ll need something to do wherever she ends up, she was the greatest knitter I’ve ever known. Just not the best Auntie.A purely fictional character. Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 12:34 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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