Martin's spoon traced the figures of ancient China etched in the landscape of the blue willow plate of breakfast cereal. A thought scurried across his mind. ‘One day I will go there’.
He paused for a moment, to catch the morning sunlight filtering through the laced curtain and turned to his aunt standing by the stove.
' Auntie , please, please may I leave the table?'
An approving wink set him free.
