One of my favourite pieces I've ever written
"Tell me the stories again Grandad. About the ladies."
"Then will you go to sleep?"
"Amelia had hair the colour of pumpkin. It danced through my fingers, it did. Charlotte enjoyed drinking green tea on rainy days and Shannon composed music for the angels. Martha I loved for the soup she cooked on Saturday evenings and Rachel left me for a sailor who sang about mermaids. Brooke and Jenny, twins who dreamed of lost temples and ruined cities. Helen's fingers were of ice and Violet who's lips were a soft velvet."
"Lily? She was my favourite."