She was a sweet lady. Everyone called her Auntie! She used to sit on a chair outside her door and stitch and sew. Everybody knew her. She made pretty little pouches embroidered with flowers, butterflies and birds. She filled them with fragrant dried petals; lavender, peony and rose. Potpourri pouches she called them. She used to give some of them away. She gave me one once. It’s still in my wardrobe and it smells divine. What she did with the rest I had no idea.
I was walking down the alley one afternoon and I saw a young man hand her a package. There was something strange about him. He looked a bit shifty. Anyway, she quickly tossed it through the door as she saw me approach. ‘Hello Auntie,’ I called out as I walked past. ‘Hello dear, what a lovely day’ she replied.
I glanced over my shoulder to see her hand a bag to the young man. Then he scurried past me and out into the street beyond.
I thought no more about it; until that was, I heard about a police raid on Auntie’s stone cottage. I picked up a local newspaper and it was front-page news. Apparently, it wasn’t just scented petals she was filling her little pouches with! The fragrant ones were to throw us off the scent if you know what I mean!
She’d obviously received advance information because she’d fled. Disappeared. I reckon right now she’s sitting on a sun lounger beside a pool on a distant tropical island sipping Martini – and embroidering pretty little pouches!
Thanks to Donna McNicol for hosting.