Granny Magic

Will didn’t know the jumper was magic at first. It seemed dead ordinary. It had a round neck, long sleeves and stripes the width of bicycle tyres in navy blue, battleship grey and racing green. The only odd thing was a stripe near the bottom, which had bits of sparkly gold running through it. But only if you looked hard.
‘Would you like something to help you remember Gran by?’ Mum asked. ‘You can pick anything you like.’
They were at Gran’s house. All of her cupboard doors were open, and her belongings were heaped in piles. There were flower-covered dresses and flower-covered handbags and flower-covered rain hats. There were teapots shaped like cottages, and sugar bowls shaped like cabbages, and plates with pictures of the Isle of Man on them. And, of course, there were great honking hills of knitting.