#95 - Granny In A Bag (And Heading For The River)

'Sorry,' I say to Kit, my boss,
'I'm just feeling a bit sensitive.
Yesterday I had to bury my grandmother.'

'I'm terribly sorry to hear that,'
says Kit gravely, removing his tricorn
as a mark of condolence.
'That must have been very hard.'

'Yes. She's a very tenacious woman.
Clawed her way back out within minutes.'
I mime yellow talons pushing up
through soil like dragon's teeth.
'Luckily I had the spade,
and a burlap sack.'

'Burlap,' repeats Kit,
enjoying the word.