He remembered his Mum saying how much he loved jigsaws, how they’d sit together after school doing them. He thought of her often, especially lately when he wore her coat with his new wig. When he got called Nora in the street, it made him feel special like she was still with him.
He was out looking for Jigsaws in the charity shops, ideally with two thousand pieces. He spent ages holding each box, concentrating on the pictures he liked ones with a lot of the same colour in. When no one was looking he’d pocket three pieces and leave.
Neville Hunt 6 months ago
Oh the naughty boy! I’ve often wondered where the last pieces went. Love it!
Lisa Williams 6 months ago
It MUST happen! (thank you) xx