Tea in the morning

I wake to a creak on the landing before dawn.

She is standing there.

I don’t know where I am she says.

We go downstairs for tea.

What is your name? She says.

I tell her. I’m Fiona.

That’s interesting, she says, that’s my daughter’s name.

We have tea, and Rich Tea biscuits.

She tells me about her life, her time in the far east, her husband being in the army.

At times I know the timeline is off but I don’t correct. I play the part of a polite stranger. Asking about details and nodding as she tells me familiar stories about her mother working in the bakery and her dad’s time in the catering corps.

I ask if she has family and she tells me about nephews and nieces.

She says that life is unexpected.

But she has no regrets.

2 thoughts on “Tea in the morning

  1. Oh Fiona! That is beautiful. It’s a blessing that in the midst of the heartache, there are these little jewels. All these years later I take them out and turn them around in my hands to remember the treasures they are. Much love to you.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s