Tick and tick a continuous sound I hear as I move throughout the house. The smell of coffee in the air is all about. Fresh bacon the sizzle, waffles on the griddle. Tick and tick still can be heard, I sit and smile at grandmother without a word. The smell is wonderful and that’s just it, and a continuous tick tick tick. lay any remembering all the times we ate ,laying and remanising about all the meals we made. time waits for nothing with a heartbeat . time is still going as your read this.
Lines form squares beneath her feet. As the color has faded from years of shoes beat. Across the stone throughout the kitchen. The pitter pater of tiny feet is what she is missing.
