“What’s in the bundle?” the man asked the ragamuffin as he scampered out of the woods with a red spotted handkerchief held over his shoulder on the end of a pole.
“Nuffin'” said the young scamp.
“Well, if’s it Nothing, then why not let me see?” came the man’s response.
Little Charley had seen men like him before, looking all Ritzy in their fancy clothes, but still with a mind to take from those with less swank. He quickly jumped down and through the man’s open legs and ran off up the street.
“Here, come back.” Cried the man. He tried to give chase but the boy was too fast for him. Who’d have thought that a scrawny boy, with no meat on his bones and less strength than a fly, could move so fast?
Little Charley ran down a muddy alleyway between two cottages, away from the main street. Tucked behind the main row of houses was a wooden hovel. It was where his old grandmother lived. She had been poorly and so he had gone to get her a present.
He ran through the door and plonked himself down on the wooden stool in front of the fire.
In her usual chair in the corner, his old grandmother sat puffing at her tobacco pipe. The air reeked with the pungent smell, but it gave her comfort. She was curmudgeonly old baggage, but he loved her.
“What’s that you got there Charley?” His grandmother asked, coughing and spluttering but taking a puff from her pipe despite her cough.
“It’s a present for you, Gran. It’s some of the last windfall apples. I thought they would make you feel better.”
“Ah, you’re a good boy, Charley. A good boy.”
I was tagged in this Tell the Story Challenge by BereavedSingleDad, see the post below:
Thank you for tagging me, I do enjoy these challenges.
So here is a picture for anyone who would like to have a go at this Tell the Story Challenge: Write a story or poem based on this:
So this is open to anyone who reads this, likes the picture and wants to have a go. Have fun. 🙂