FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - Once a week we submit a 100 word flash fiction based on a photo prompt.
Here is this week's photo prompt courtesy of Madison Woods
PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods
Grandma’s house was always the same. The same smell of beeswax polish, the same ornaments on the shelves, the same old fashioned Aga in the kitchen, always warm, always ready with the kettle near to boiling.
The garden water butt was almost full, the stagnant water filling the container nearly to the brim. One turn of the rusty tap the water would gush out and flood the paving stones.
Grandpa came out of the house and attached the hose to the tap as he easily turned the brass handle. Sarah grabbed his hand and led him to the flower beds.
Word count: 100