Iain Kelly

Maisie propped her handmade sign on the dusty old chair.

‘I finished it,’ she announced. Her father looked at the pink and blue flowers and bright childish writing.

‘For sale,’ he read aloud, then looked at his daughter. ‘That’s great, Maisie. What are we selling?’

Maisie gestured to all the junk that filled the garage.

‘All this stuff.’

‘Why’s that now?’

‘Cos Mama said either it went or she went, and I don’t want Mama to go.’

He smiled  at her.

‘Sometimes your Mama says things she don’t mean, especially when she’s mad like that.’

‘So she ain’t leaving?’

‘Oh, she might leave, but clearing out this garage won’t make a bit of difference either way.’

Maisie looked crestfallen. ‘Is it the demons in them bottles again?’

Her father nodded.

‘Maisie girl, you want to help me clear up this place’

‘I guess.’

‘Come on then.’

They worked all afternoon filling boxes and loading them into the car to go to the dump. Mama sure will be delighted when she wakes up, Maisie thought.

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