“Oomph,” Shirley grunted bending her knees. Was Edgar trying to play a fast one on her by giving her this spinning wheel? He said this was Aunt Gerty’s old wheel. But she didn’t believe it.
He probably stored the original until he could sell it. A reproduction would be a lot less expensive. Had he lied?
As a teenager, Shirley had scratched her initials on the bottom. She lowered her head to see. The wheel tipped over……
“Mom, how did you ever get in this mess?” Edgar lamented.
Seeing her initials and holding her head, Shirley smiled. Edgar was honest.
Smiling at you, Rochelle. Thanks for the picture and the one hundred-word challenge. It takes a very organized person to do what you do with this weekly event. Readers, follow the link to see how others were inspired by this picture challenge.