Nathan Sherwood

Something Remembered

She had slept in late again, and it was almost noon by the time she sat with a cup of coffee to sort through the morning’s mail. “More junk,” she said to herself, and put everything in the bin except a handwritten envelope she felt should probably be opened. Inside was a card and a cheque addressed to Mrs Sandy Hall for $20,000. Her eyes widened, but the shock was by now so familiar that it passed almost immediately. Still, this was a big one, and had come all the way from America. “Here’s another one Tiddles,” she said to the cat.