Crisp my wonderfully aged companion stood looking at the old house.
“I like this place. Everything is so old. I relate to that. Back home Ace Watson ran the cordial factory in a building, not unlike this one. My favourite cordial was ‘Pigs Flying’ a suspiciously sweet indeterminate flavour that didn’t seem worth worrying about it was so delicious.
This place is all about age and neglect. When I look in the mirror, that’s what I see. Age and neglect. You give up on appearances, don’t you when you get to our age. After all, who are we trying to impress? My eyebrows have all but joined forces, and my hair exhibits an air of having lost the will to live.”
Crisp was being her pensive self once again oblivious to my presence. “You don’t really count,” she said, glancing my way, “you’re part of the furniture of my life.”
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/06/03/crimsons-creative-challenge-82/
Morpethroad 
Bless her, dear Crisp. And I really like your treatment of this. 🙂
Thanks so much, she does have some redeeming qualities…. 🙂
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Some home truths coming out way through Crisp’s Words.
Lovely writing. I especially like that last line.
“you’re part of the furniture of my life.” These words of Crisp ..how loving !!! And funny 😊😊♥️♥️♥️
Being part of the furniture of her life implies a wonderful level of comfort, don’t you think?
I love your Crisp stories
Crisp knows what she likes, and she obviously likes her aged companion 😉