To try something for the first time.Continue reading “You’re never too old”
Matthew was glad Judy was there. The green space outside the church was packed with shrieking children and tight-lipped mums standing behind buggies. The blown up castle was growling, swaying and huge. He’d never been this close to one before. The loudspeakers were pounding out Jive Bunny.Continue reading “The fair”
than the opposite’
Last week my niece was born and I felt the happiness fizzing round our house. The idea that life still has ways of bringing light and joy is a wonderful one.Continue reading “‘there’s more love in the world”
His hands were so much bigger than hers, so when he told her to put her finger there, she hesitated. She can’t remember his eyes because they were so far up above her. People who knew him always tell her the same stories about him, and say they had loved him dearly. Her heart swells at that, when all she really has was the croby rhyme and some snatches of memory.Continue reading “Croby’s not at home.”
I’ve been thinking a lot about the need in most of us to be known, remembered and liked.Continue reading “‘deeply loved by few or widely liked by many'(Sally Rooney)”
Your heart out. Watching Strictly Come Dancing on Saturday, Judi Love’s flamboyant, bootylicious dancing put a smile on my face and left a happy thought in my head.Continue reading “Dance, sing, live”
Lean on eachother.
Two days ago, after one of them snapped in two and in the absence of sufficiently tall canes, we put a long bit of string right round all of the sunflowers. It looks terrible but was necessary.Continue reading “Lean on me,”
Stan took out his pocket watch and tapped it. Dead. He glanced at the small number of blank faces dotted around the railway carriage and tried to catch someone’s eye. Nobody looked up. He coughed apologetically. The stony-faced woman closest to him shifted in her seat.
A whisper of a man jerked his body towards him and frowned.
“Just wondered what time it was?”
The tiny man held up all of his bony fingers and pushed them against the air.
“Ah. Ten. Thank-you. My watch has given up today.”
Stan made a strangled attempt at laughter. The man grimaced and shrugged.
Their eyes slid down again after that exchange. Stan felt in his pocket for the rainbow letter and felt a tremor of something he couldn’t recall ever feeling before. He looked out at the grey sky, the grey fields, the grey houses and strained to catch even a whisper of colour. Nothing. There was only one thing to do: sleep. And everybody knew, you only dream in black and white.
He was jerked awake when the train screamed to a stop. He looked for the thousandth time at the address on the letter and wondered if anyone would be animated enough to give him directions. Maybe a child?
He stepped back to let a woman out in front of him. She tutted and marched on. When he reached the gate out of the railway station he looked up and down the quiet street. Then he heard a rhythmic pounding behind him. He swung round, looked down and came face to face with a young boy bouncing a ball against the ground and holding a bubble the size of his little head he had blown out with strong-smelling gum. They both looked at the bubble. The boy had defiance in his eyes as he looked at Stan. Stan had an unnerving desire to pop it.
“Can you tell me where to find this address please?”
The bubble deflated as its blower took the paper from Stan. He nodded, turned on his heel and beckoned for Stan to follow. Now Stan had not exercised in a long time. But as the boy picked up pace he had no choice but to throw his legs after him. As he stumbled, galloped and tripped along, Stan felt water coming into his eyes and a rush of cold air in his ears. He was gasping and sweating but he was also tingling. When his guide stopped abruptly Stan grabbed his shoulders to stop himself from falling. They felt just like his son’s.
“You gotta let go of me mister. This is the place.”
Stan lifted his hands off and stared at the boy, as if in a dream. He pulled himself together,
He felt in his pockets but remembered that they hadn’t been filled with sweets for years.
“I’m sorry, son, I have nothing to give you.”
The boy looked confused,
“Sure why would you?”
Stan realised that the act of thanking someone was long forgotten now.
“What’s your name?”
“Well, thank-you Aaron. For showing me the way.”
Aaron frowned and spat out his gum, throwing it over the fence.
Stan started to put out his hand and then withdrew it. Another greeting not used anymore. He turned to face the door, taking stiff steps towards it. He pressed his ear against it, was that music? Or birds? He looked round but Aaron was already in the distance. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and knocked.
My mum sent this photo a few days ago, marvelling at how something so amazing came from a tiny seed, dropped by a bird as he flew over her garden. She welcomed it as a promise that one day she too will be given a new, lasting life to replace the old tired version she has right now.Continue reading “Tiny things”
My granny always said it. My mum did too, usually when we’d been packed into a boiling caravan playing relentless card games all day long- ‘would you go out and get some fresh air?!’
I suppose when I was more able I never paid attention to it, but now I’m noticing the times and days when I don’t get outside to fill my lungs with cooler more lively air beyond my mainly inside world.Continue reading “Fresh air”