Genevieve walked across the creaky wooden floor, being careful not to trip; she did that a lot these days, old age is not a kind companion. She carried an old cast iron kettle, filled with boiling water. “That old pot is too heavy for you to be carrying around” Harry warned.
Her stark stare was enough for Harry to know when to shut up. He knew the meaning of that ‘look’. Annoyed, he went back to his favorite pastime of staring out the window and complaining.
“Come have some tea and Christmas cake with me, you old grouch!” she said, lovingly.
This is my entry into this weeks’ Velvet Verbosity 100 word Challenge.