|My favourites from dA.|
My Mother's VoiceMy Mother’s VoiceMy Mother's Voice by boodie
Next to my bed is an old chest of drawers, it is a remnant of a very ancient and long since departed bedhead/side drawer combo, inside one of the drawers is a rectangular domed lid box, it is the remnant of what was in some dim distant past a box of handmade chocolates, inside the box are various little bits and bobs, remnants of things long long departed.
Inside the box is a little cassette tape, it is a cassette tape that fits inside an answering machine, an answering machine which is also long departed, it is also a remnant, but it’s one of my most prized possessions.
I haven’t listened to the tape in quite a long time, but I still remember it quite plainly.
“I’m going to pick up some bits at pieces at shopping, if you need something give me a ring back”
“I’ll drop in just before the kids get home from school after I’ve had a nap, shopping makes me tired”
“See you later, love you”
Love AffairLove AffairLove Affair by boodie
She walked into the room in front of him, from behind he could see the limp and the tentative way that she moved, she hurt, he could tell that and his heart ached, he smiled and helped her onto the bed, suppressing a small smile as she grunted, hardly very ladylike.
He hauled himself onto the bed and stretched out beside her, he hurt as well, everything ached, he was tired, bone tired, heart tired, soul tired, and yes dead tired, he reached out his hand and stroked her face, a gesture that was automatic but nonetheless filled with love.
They had been together for over 22 years now, she had come into his life when he wasn’t sure that he wanted to carry on, but she had in her own inimitable way coaxed him back to life, gave him something to live for.
And coming face to face with the truth, it was now over, he was old, she was older, her age wore her down each and every day, he could see it in her step, in her manner, the way she no longer had the energy or enthusiasm fo