This is a first, first mini draft of a story from Funny Bird, enjoy!
Auntie Elda is a lovely person, I think, I say that I think because although I have known her my whole life, I haven’t actually been able to understand anything she has ever said. She has a beautiful, musical Southern Irish accent, it sounds gorgeous, but is absolutely impenetrable thanks to my dodgy hearing.
I think she must think I am quite ‘special’ too, given that I always just nod and agree with everything she has ever said to me, I imagine her going home and saying to my Uncle ahh poor Laura such a shame.
The one upside to this, is that Auntie Elda has always called me by my sister’s name, so at least she thinks it is Laura who is the idiot.
