Sunday 31 March 2013
O
Saturday 30 March 2013
Welcome, they said.
Welcome, they said. The door opened, she entered the house. The kitchen looked old, the sofa in the reception a odd shade of pink. The bedroom, pale green, contained a wardrobe, drawer and a stern looking bed. There was no garden, just a small patio. She took it and moved the day after. She brought her books and clothing in a small bag.
She bought the parrot a week later. When it died, she scoured the ads for a taxidermist and got it stuffed. Nobody visited her and she did not visit anybody either. She wanted to forget everything and leave no trace. When the young man came to knock on her door, it was a surprise she let him in. He came out with a small bag and the parrot. She died a week later.
It was only at her death inquest that they discover that the young man was her grandchild, who had tracked her down. Her only son had left home when he was fourteen and she never heard from him again until that day. Fifty years had passed.
Friday 29 March 2013
She visits
Thursday 28 March 2013
B
Blue sky-she sits on a bench in the park. The birds dart from tree to tree, raucous bickering relishing.
She sits on a bench in the park. The clouds are gathering, she doesn't care.
She sits on a bench in the park. Her fate is sealed.
Wednesday 27 March 2013
Tuesday 26 March 2013
Today
Monday 25 March 2013
H
Sunday 24 March 2013
Saturday 23 March 2013
Friday 22 March 2013
Thursday 21 March 2013
Monday 18 March 2013
Sunday 17 March 2013
She
She feels happy for a moment: nobody knows her any more the lake looks placid she can start to forget
Saturday 16 March 2013
The cold plate
Friday 15 March 2013
The city
The city, nestled in the mountains, shines under the morning sun. A light fog shimmers. She walks around the neighbourhood, only the maids are out and about. Alone, she wanders forgetting her past.