PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
“Grandad, what did you do for work?”
The withered old man glowed with pride.
“I worked in Saville Row. I were a Master Craftsman. Then I were called to war and got me finger blewn off. ‘Ad to change profession after t’war,” he remembered sadly. “Could still sew, but not quick enough for ‘em. Made yer grandma’s wedding dress, I did. ‘It be in ‘er wardrobe still, come!”
“That thar dress were me masterpiece. Only the best for yer grandmother.”
He marvelled at the intricate stitching, handmade lace and saw a different grandfather to the one he thought he knew.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.