“Piccalilly?” The familiar voice of a familiar young man wearing a green uniform appeared at the side of her.
“Joe! Joe! You’re back!”
Joe said nothing else, but took the jar out of her hands and screwed the lid back on, he kept walking, Lilly really wanted to hug him, but then she had a better idea. She marched to the end of the street and looked across the road towards the big house. It had a wall of trees, and every so often Lilly caught a glimpse of her father through the gaps, pushing a heavy lawn roller up and down.
copyright Samantha Henthorn 2016.
Happy reading, Samantha.