In The Kitchen – Isabella Shores – Writer and Artist

someone’s in the kitchen. Hope they are making tea, I’m thirsty! I can
hear the cups tinkling on the saucers. The whoosh of the kettle heating.
Teaspoon clattering around the sugar bowl.
Must be Mum. Father is watching a political broadcast in the back room.
I’m only half listening to it as it’s not a party I follow. Not that I follow any
party really. Hate politics. All as bad as each other! Never done us any
good have they?!
Sis is upstairs with a friend. I can hear them chattering to each other but
can’t make out which boy it’s about this time. She has a different
heartthrob every day it seems.
I wonder if bro got his job he went after. I haven’t seen him for a couple
of days now. He often stays around his mates so it’s nothing new for him
to be gone. I miss him though. He has great music on when home.
Obviously I can’t play it when he’s not there. Shame really.
Well, I’ve had my half hour playing make believe. Its pouring with rain.
I’m soaking now. I’ve stayed in their garden too long tonight. I need to
get to a safe sleeping place before the drunks come out.
Someones in in the kitchen.
Wish it was me.