The GRANDFATHER CLOCK

Clare left the solicitor’s office feeling distraught. She’d lived all her life in the small house with her mum. It was the only home she had ever known, simply furnished with nothing of any value. Now it all belonged to her. Except for the one thing she really cherished. The grandfather clock. The one Clare’s grandfather had taught her to tell the time on when he had lived in the house, before it had passed on to her mum.

Now her beloved clock was to go. Bequeathed to some man Clare had never heard of.

He hadn’t attended the reading of the will. All Clare had been told was that the clock would be moved from her house to his as soon as transport could be arranged.

Angry, sad and bewildered, she put the key in the door. The money her mum had left her would help with the bills and she wasn’t going to be homeless. But it was the grandfather clock she really wanted to keep.

She sighed and put the kettle on.