“How much is your little angel?” It was the last one in my craft stall, lovingly made with beads and wire. “It's a pound.” I looked at my frail elderly customer juggling her shopping bags. “I'll buy it for my friend who's staying with me to protect her.” I imagined the friend, perhaps sick and left at home, as I tenderly wrapped the angel in tissue paper and handed it to the lady. “Ah, here she is now,” and I looked up to see the friend. “Hello,” she said, quietly and shyly. A tall, smiling girl, elegant, young, beautiful. Ukrainian.
Susan Thompson lives in Suffolk and writes memoirs about country life. She’s writing a book of poetry. Find Susan on Instagram @theanalogueauthor.