The Feather

The Feather

Every night Papa came home with his clothes, his hair, his fingernails, his lungs and his soul brimming over with grime and dust from the tin mine down the moor. Millie knew how to milk their only cow and Mama had shown her how to make the savory meat and vegetable pasties the miners took with them into the ground to keep their stomachs full from morning ‘til night. It was harder to know what to fix for him at suppertime, but every once in a while Mrs. Polcraft would stop in and show her something new in the kitchen, or a stitch she hadn’t yet learned with the needles.