The Photo in a Frame
My mum has never loved me. She’s told me often – too often – that I was an accident.. That she’d only wanted one child, and, having had my brother, hoped there would be no more. Then I came along. Not that I was neglected physically. Meals on the table, my own bedroom. No, it was emotionally that I was starved. I craved the love she was incapable of giving me. It was better when...
My Favourite Shoes
I blot my lips with a tissue, check there’s no lipstick on my teeth, and I am ready. Well, apart from the decision as to which pair of shoes will go best with my outfit. In fact, it is not a hard decision to make. My hand goes instinctively to the pale blue suede ones, those with the stiletto heels. My very favourite shoes. My feet slip into them; they feel like a second skin. It is...
It had been a long hard day. We had moved from a dark basement flat to our new home. It was no cottage in the country. No, a semi, lost in a sea of other semis, but it was all we could afford. Afford? The mortgage was crippling, but at last, we were on the property ladder. “I’m so sorry I have to go out on our first night here, darling” I told my wife “But it’s imperative I attend...
Visiting the Post Office
Visiting the Post Office. A Soliloquy The hill gets steeper every time I totter up it. Thank goodness for that bench half way up. I must have sat there for 10 minutes this morning, getting my breath back. I wanted to slip my shoes off, but I’ve done that once before, and then couldn’t get them back on. Had to ask a woman walking by for help. She was that kind,...
“Grandma, you have so many lines on your face!” Susan’s fingers softly caressed my cheek as she wriggled slightly on my lap. “Your face is like a map.” I smiled bravely, “Well, perhaps it’ll lead you to the hidden treasure” She giggled. “Oh, that’s easy. That’s right here.” And she pushed her face into my rounded tummy, and then bounded off to play with her toys. I was a very...