Post 1565. Wednesday July 12
A walking stick, an empty bird cage, an unwashed tea cup. She used to sit here, beside the window. Look, some photographs on the sill. Pictures of children. A little girl holding a certificate, another dancing. A boy in a wheelchair. On the floor, a letter. It’s from the village school; just a few sentences. Get well soon Mrs Hodges, it says, and below, lots of names; big, small, wobbly, neat, the way kid's signatures are. And kisses. Lots of kisses.
I hope we’ll meet again one day Mrs Hodges. You know; up there. So I can say thank you. One day.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and Janet Webb for the picture.