History In The Attic

The attic had long since seen better years, and Julia’s knees no longer allowed her to climb the steps.

‘You’re sure you want this downstairs?’ her grandson asked. He called over his shoulder, shirt sweat stained and shoulder muscles straining beneath the fabric. ‘I ain’t carrying it back up.’

‘I’m sure,’ she told him, watching from the hallway.

She let the men place it, her son and a friend who seemed to always visit when Joshua did.

‘It was my mother’s, and her mother’s before that.’ Six generations it’s clothed.

She patted the old sewing machine.

‘Perhaps seven?’ she smiled.

 crook2

Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook

fridayfictioneers1

16 Comments

  1. I think the grandmother may be in for a disappointment. Unless grandson and friend decide to adopt. Great take.

  2. I did think the grandma had got the wrong end of the stick and the mis-comprehension between her and her grandson makes for good comedy

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.