For today’s word prompt from

The letter, on the floor, and Lana knew better, ignorance would only delay the torture. One of those brown, quiet envelopes, but inside somethings she didn’t want to see. Was it a gas or electric bill, she wasn’t sure, but there wasn’t enough in her bank to cover anything rash.

Peeling from the top, she opened it quickly. There was no point in making it too slow. At least if she knew what she was dealing with, then it could be handled. Either phoning the company, asking for more time. She got her wages this week, so a few days either way wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Pulling out, what looked like a cheque, she wasn’t sure what it was, but the name on the top was clear. It was from her aunty, and her usual birthday gift. Although this time, it wasn’t five pounds, but three hundred.

There was a letter enclosed.

Dear Lana,

Don’t worry, I haven’t lost my marbles – you do know they are stored safely in a bank. I had a bit of windful last week, won on the old postcode lottery. This is for all your help with shopping and looking after me. I don’t want it back, I have the money, and I know you are struggling.

Love you

Aunty Mary.

Lana smiled, taking the cheque in her hands. Three hundred would pay for all her bills, and a treat for her daughter.

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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