Today’s word prompt from is the use of three words, or as many as you would like. I have used tax and bond.


Maisie watched, as a pile of letters fell through the letter box, hoping it wasn’t another bill. Her gas bill had doubled this last month, and her electricity was bound to follow. It was getting more difficult to pay them, and she couldn’t afford the luxury of healthy eating in her food shop.

She knew it wasn’t healthy to have chips every night, but they were cheap and cheerful. The kids loved them, and at least they were eating. She thought about a food bank this week.

Her cupboard was looking like Old Mother Hubbard’s, and the only thing for dinner was a few pieces of dry bread, and a tin of ancient looking beans. She looked through her purse, and hoped there was enough for a packet of cheap sausages.

Three envelopes, all brown, and it didn’t bode well.

Slowly opening the first, she smiled, it was from an old premium bond her dad gave her when he died. A thousand pounds, and not to be sniffed at. The second, as expected was from her gas supplier – not so great. The third was from the tax office, and a cheque for three hundred pounds. A tax rebate, and enough to make sure they could have a couple of days away somewhere, before her children went back to school.

She opened the door to the postman. ‘Thank you!’ she shouted across the street.

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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