Parenthood

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‘What’s this Grannie?’

‘That is a quill, and the pot it is in is called an inkwell.’

Mary stared at the bottle filled with black ink, uncertain if it was possible to write with. ‘Do you want me to show you how it works?’

She nodded, as her grandmother dipped the tip into the swirling liquid. She revealed some high-quality paper from her pine desk. Carefully, the symbols swirled and sang on the page.

‘In my younger days, I used a fountain pen. We only received a biro once our prose reached a satisfactory level of neatness.’

‘Can I use the quill? I love writing at school.’

‘Of course. Why don’t you copy your name?’

She reminisced about joyful hours when her daughter learnt. The years had swiftly passed like a whisper in the wind. She blinked and her child grew into a marvellous parent. She closed her eyes, the recollection of her mother, sitting at the same table, and life made her smile.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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  8. I missed out using a fountain pen at school. I think the students in grade four were taught to use them. When I finally got to that gade ball point pens made the ink wells obsolete. School dsks still had the hole for the ink bottle but it had become archaic and less messy.

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