“I go to fetch more water but I am thinking about the picture. In the black and white photograph, Auntie Pat’s lips are the same shade as the toffee apples. She must have worn the reddest of lipsticks. She is as pretty as any of the ladies in swimming costumes on Miss World. I keep the snapshot of her frozen in my memory like ice-cream in a freezer; to be dipped into as a special treat.”
Extract from ‘The Slipper Chapel’ – included in the showcase