It happens when I am folding the sheets. I have a number of old sheets, beautiful, durable, lace-edged sheets such as you never see these days. Perhaps such sheets still exist but I could never afford them.<\/p>\n The sheets came from my mother and my mother\u2019s friend and my mother\u2019s friend\u2019s friend and all those women are long gone. I think of them folding sheets week in week out and I wonder if they looked out of the window as I do now \u2013 at the bitter morning edged with frost and the fox\u2019s paw prints on the grass \u2013 if they looked out of the window with a heavy heart and considered where life had brought them and if they thought of different lives where sheets might not be folded.<\/p>\n I drop the sheet back into the laundry basket, fetch my coat from the hook, step out into the fox\u2019s paw prints and on I go. Out into the cold and the frost and the new path.<\/p>\n The Glittering<\/strong><\/p>\n Published by Lunate 2020<\/p>\n https:\/\/lunate.co.uk\/flash\/the-glittering-by-bronwen-griffiths<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Published in Lunate, March 2020 https:\/\/lunate.co.uk\/flash-short-stories-and-poetry\/sheets-by-bronwen-griffiths It happens when I am folding the sheets. I have a number of old sheets, beautiful, durable, lace-edged sheets such as you never see these days. Perhaps such sheets still exist but I could never afford them. The sheets came from my mother and my mother\u2019s friend and my … Continue reading Folding the Sheets<\/span> ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/sheets-1-300x200.jpg\")
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