Penny-farthing : Sunday Photo Fiction

Penny-farthing “Penny-farthing!” Tom shouts, looking out the window. “It’s a bicycle Grandad,” quips Martin – stressing each syllable, looking up an instant from his Lego. “Shhhh – Martin,” Maria chides, unfolding a handkerchief and going across to her Dad. “Penny-farthing,” repeats Tom, stressing the P and the F. Maria reaches down and delicately wipes some … Continue reading Penny-farthing : Sunday Photo Fiction