A Family Portrait

Tears in the kitchen sink.

While the storm raged outside, the little family lived in their little world.

Granny sat contentedly in the squashy armchair, deftly crocheting brightly coloured woollen squares from remnants of wool, her gaily coloured knee rug tucked well about her.

“You alright my darling?” asked mummy touching granny’s silver curls fondly.

Granny smiled and nodded, carefully storing the caress with all the others in her heart. 

Mother bent down and picked up baby who had wormed her fat, adorable way across the floor towards Granny’s wool basket.

“You hungry, lovely one?” mummy asked.

Baby’s smile transformed her into a cherub and she flung her arms about mummy’s neck.

“May we go to the seaside tomorrow?” Asked one of the twins, his face pressed to the window.

“I think it will be too wet.”

Mother for a moment thought that the raindrops running down the glass were her son’s tears, he looked so forlorn.

A door knock.

“Daddy!” cried the twins as mummy opened the door with a smile on her beautiful face.

“Telegram!”…

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Writing 101Prompt Day 4

Thanks to Priceless Joy for the photo prompt for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers  and day 4 of writing 101 with the photo prompt “Window”. It made me think of a little family tucked away behind a rain drenched window and this story was the result.