Jill’s Daddy

Jill sat on the ground in her place at the back of the shed. She pulled her knees up, leant against the warm wood and pulled out his pipe, tobacco and matches from the secret pocket in her dress. She pressed the tobacco into the bowl, and watched the flame circle like a spell as she sucked the smoke through her lips.The sun froze the smoke still like a picture. Daddy’s shadow lengthened as he levered a heavy clod from the soil. ‘There! About time to go, don’t you think.’ ‘No not yet Daddy’ she thought to herself