Peter Kelsey

Pen & Book

Pen & Book The window was open. Fresh air blew through the house and brought a welcome sense of nature to the stuffy old dump even though there was a distinct chill in the air. Penelope finished her cup of cocoa and sat back, taking in the withered face of her great aunt. She sat on the other side of the table sipping her tea and looking appraisingly down her nose at Penelope.