Granny’s House by Donnchadh

The cigarette hung from my grandmother’s lip, the grey ash fell into the pot of cabbage that she was cooking for my dinner. Yuck! I can’t believe my Mum left me alone with granny again. I asked could I go with her but she said ‘No, I had to keep granny company’. She just didn’t want to bring me. Suddenly there was a loud bang. I peered nervously around the kitchen door. The pot had exploded. The look on my granny’s face was funny. We both started to laugh. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to hang out with Granny after all.