Michael Lefevre

Malicious Content

My Nanna died last week. Every Sunday I would walk the two-kilometre journey to her house to have Tea and listen to her tell me the stories of her youth. After the passing of my parents I was all she had left apart from my Cousin Arthur, but he never made the effort to visit as he would spend his days at the bar telling anyone who would listen about how if it wasn't for his ex-wife he could have made something of himself.