Creative Writing

Elizabeth envied the birds perched on a shrub with twigs in their mouths. They were busy following their instinct – no complicated decisions. She longed to give up her job in the shop and work with wood full-time but doubted she’d make enough money. How could her new business grow without devoting more time to it, though? All her hand-carved spoons hung in her kitchen. Each one was like a friend. She knew which tree they’d grown from, had enjoyed tracing the woodgrain and she