Spell Bread ….a sweet story by Michael

“Shhh! It’s your turn now”
The small boy visited his elderly neighbour each day.
They would sit on her garden seat admiring the goings on of nature around them.
The old lady was a font of information on all topics, garden and the universe. In later life the boy was to appreciate the lessons she taught.
But would happen most days the boy would grow hungry and would ask the old neighbour if he could have a sandwich.
To get one he had to spell bread.
It took him a few goes and eventually with her help he mastered the word. She always had a loaf of white bread on hand and would butter it generously and smear a light coating of fish paste, roll the bread over and hand it to him.
This ritual went on for some time, he became an expert of spelling bread and eating it.
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