The story tin

THE tin was round and rather battered, obviously very old. Some of the green paint had chipped off and there were rusty spots around the rim of the lid. A little Dutch doll was on the lid, surrounded by big yellow tulips.

Jessica remembered the first time she had seen that tin. She was eight and at home, recovering from an appendectomy. Nana had come to take care of her while Mum and Dad were at work. She had settled Jessica on the sofa with pillows and a blanket and then asked