‘Useless!’ she yelled, hurling my precious beans out of our kitchen window. Somehow, I’d had the distinct impression that Stepmother was referring to me, rather than my beans ‘Make sure you give me back the change!’ she had barked. ‘Don’t go spending your father’s hard-earned money on yourself!’ In my view, though, if Stepmother wasContinue reading “Fed By Ashes: Part 1 of a Long-Short story”
