Writing for Fun
October 2016
The 60s - Maureen Rampersaud
At last my parents decamped to the front room, leaving Brian and I to do the washing up.
‘Come here,’ Brian whispered, as he pulled me through the plastic strips into the larder.
‘What are you doing in there?’ barked Mum, unexpectedly.
‘Looking for the Marmite,’ I replied, unconvincingly.