Patchwork Universe

Yarrow · Posted: 21 Jan 2004 03:00 pm Post subject: "At half past eleven..."

"At half past eleven my idea of heaven is a nice cup of tea," hummed the old woman to herself tunelessly as she pushed a heavily laden wheelbarrow along one of the dirt roads that crossed the farm. Dropping the handles of the barrow with an audible "oufff" she sat herself down on top of her load with an onimous crunching sound and gazed at Jones' Public House, clearly visible a short distance away in the exact centre of the patch.

"Done well for yourself, haven't you, young feller me lad," the old woman said, with a knowing look. "Spect you wouldn't begrudge an old woman a cup of tea..." Then she shook her head. "No, best not. I've never been one to spare myself, not when there's work to be done."

Taking up the handles of the wheelbarrow again she cotinued along the track, mumbling to herself all the way, until her hunched form was finally lost in the mists on the opposite side.