Four Leaf Clpover
If she could just reach that darn top shelf.
Clover perched on her toes on the narrow top rung of the ladder. She nearly had the large silver coffee bag positioned where she wanted it. It would look great amongst the tea containers and selection of eclectic cups and saucers she’d found rummaging through her favourite op-shops. She prodded the bag with her fingertips, but a corner stubbornly caught on the shelf ledge.
A loud, disruptive banging from the shop fit-out across the road made her look through her front window. There were no signs advertising the new business that would be there, but a little notice advertising Sinclair and Son in the window corner told her all she needed to know. Upper Crust Bakeries was a national business, soon to be in every major shopping
