https://lindaghill.com/author/lindaghill/ prompt is rope, and here is my take on it.
‘Soap on a rope, grannie, was that actually a thing?’ Sue asked.
As a Mother’s Day conversation, it was slightly weird, but her mother had brought it up. Back in the day, there was such a thing. Telephone boxes, not mobile phones. Making sure you had enough change in your pocket when you went out, just in case you needed to call your mum and dad.
‘Yes it was, that way you didn’t lose the soap,’ she said, taking a sip of her whisky.
‘Grannie, you’re making it up, just like the toilet paper like tracing paper.’
‘Oh, that’s existed, and believe me, even the cheap toilet paper was better than that.’
It was a special day, spent in the pub, eating good food and laughing. Since COVID, this seemed an impossible dream. Three generations of women together. Sue loved her grannie, her stories were hilarious.
‘Tell me a little bit more about Grandad, what was he like?’
‘He was special, a kind man with a generous heart, I wish you had known him,’ she said, taking his picture from her pocket. Greying hair, dimples on his chin, and the brightest smile.
‘Sure was, no what about your young man. Does he look after you?’
‘He’s great Grannie, and when it is safer you can meet him. I think you will love him just as much as I do.’
‘What’s his name? Does he have a job? Is he good enough for you?’
‘Yes, yes, and yes Grannie, I tell you what, I’ll call him now over Skype . . . you can speak to him.’ Sue took out her phone, and within minutes her boyfriend filled the screen. ‘Grannie wants to talk to you.’
‘Hi, I’m Pete, you having a good Mother’s Day dinner?’
‘Hi, you ever heard of soap on a rope?’