The Red Bag by Caroline Harris
Gloria struggled to make ends meet. She often got pieces from the butcher or fishmonger to feed a non-existent pet and supplement her meagre larder. She badly wanted to give her only daughter a birthday treat. She was really tempted to use magic but she had retired from all that. Then a friend said ‘Do a boot sale that’ll get you enough for a good meal out and maybe food for the week’.
Early one sunny Sunday, Gloria drove her old Volvo estate filled with bric’a’brac and clothes, to the farmers field to set up her stall. She fought off the vultures when they crowded round her. Some people offered to help the little birdlike lady with white streaks mingling through her faded blonde locks but she was more than a match for their eagerness.