THE VISIT TO GRANDMA'S
Emily busily packed her hamper in order to prepare a luncheon meal for grandma. She did it fast, and ensured she filled it with clean plates and paper cups as well. She packed a range of dips, pickles, meat slices.
“I just don't have any bread.” she murmured as she opened the loaf tin. “I'll have to buy some.” she affirmed as she opened the penny box and pinched a couple of dollars from its mouth. “Mother will understand.” she affirmed as she tucked the money safely inside a pocket under her apron and then headed for the door with hamper basket in hand.
Emily skipped along the dirt road that led through the orchard, and steered towards town. She smiled a gay smile as she felt a lightness she hadn't felt in a while. She decided that being put on a mission in order to give grandma a feed was one of the most exciting things.
“Usually I just sit and in a room and start on my sewing.” she murmured as she breathed in a breath of cool spring breeze.
Emily walked, and walked, on feet that were made of air. She happily smiled at any passers by, and even waved to a local hen who had broken from its barricade and had begun to run loose all over the country glen. Emily laughed at the hen as it picked at a wild flower garden. She thought it looked a little untrained for the wild hunt as it snapped its beak over and again in order to catch some day moths, flies, and bees.
“Someone will find you one day little hen” Emily giggled as she walked on by. “Then they'll carry you to a more suitable place.” she uttered.