Beautiful flowers
There was a knock on the door and Alice answered, she came in with the most beautiful flowers saying they were for Sylvia. It was a lovely surprise, John's work colleagues had sent them.
Flashbacks
Tonight I experienced a flashback. For one moment I was a child again. I was sitting in the car in the dark when my daughter ran in to collect our dog from her nan. The warmth of the light flooded through the open doorway into the dark street. As I sat there a flood of childhood memories filled my senses. My mum who died of cancer only last December used to collect weekly insurance payment from door to door. I frequently accompanied her as she did this job. I would meet her after school and keep her company as she went from house to house. I remember the cold winter nights when for hours we would walk from house to house. The emotion that flooded my memory was one of feeling locked out of something warm and beautiful. I would stand with my mum in the cold and feel the warmth as the door opened, a smell of something cooking would hit my brain and I would long to be asked in. To spend a moment in the warmth drinking a hot drink. Instead I was left with a feeling of being exclude...
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