The sound of glass shattering startled her. ‘That damned cat!’, Laura thought as she started sweeping. She had detested that vase for as long as she could remember. In fact, one of her earliest memories was that damned raffle where instead of the beautiful ‘celestial blue’ dress she won this ugly pot. She was five and that was a tragedy. Forty something years had passed and there it still was, disappointing as ever, incessantly mocking her … until today!
As she dumped the last of the glass into the bin, Laura grinned with satisfaction like she was five all over again.
As she dumped the last of the glass into the bin, Laura grinned with satisfaction like she was five all over again.
