Certificate 15

extract fron pt 1: These are the hands of your father and Grandfather and his father’s fathers. Hands that worked wood, hammered red hot steel into horse shoes, swung an axe or held the reigns of plough horses. Hard-working honest hands. You haven’t earned the right to wear hands that look like these.

Anna was a year or two younger than James, short in stature with long straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile, she also had nice legs ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet always which was a bonus for him.

Just Another Day ​ Mam is shouting up the stairs. "Time ta get up, ya lazy bugger … time ta do tha stint t' factory. Can't ya 'ear yon siren it's...

Part 6 - Flash fiction - 500 words . Image: CC BY 3.0) – Author: Badener