Lost her years before she died.
Superficial banter concealed their mutual boredom
Look – a carriage ride round the park! Can we darling?
You’ve spent enough today. That present for your mother, and then lunch…
But it’s our honeymoon. New York, once in a lifetime! Please?
Her voice falters as he turns away scowling. She hurries after, head down, lesson learned.
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Keeping her promise broke her spirit
She won’t stop playing. Same slow waltz, over and over. It’s the only time she looks happy, when she’s playing that tune. No family ever visit – she was widowed young you see – so we can’t ask them. I wish she could tell us her story, but she hasn’t said a word in years.
Lights gleamed across the bay, just like all those years ago. I moored and hurried home. Light spilled out of the door, and there was my little girl, tall and frowning.
I went to hug her. She called again, turning back into the house:
“DAD! There’s a man at the door!”
“It’s too high. I’ll fall off! Will you help me?”
“It’s easy. Come on! Your big brother can do it. Why can’t you?”
I never took to cycling.