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Kaye Caradoc
As I pulled up my car, a little wide of the curb, due to the recent fall of snow, I glanced into the wing mirror. I had spotted a well-dressed man trying to pick his way along through the slushy me...mehr sehenAs I pulled up my car, a little wide of the curb, due to the recent fall of snow, I glanced into the wing mirror. I had spotted a well-dressed man trying to pick his way along through the slushy mess, lying on the side of the road. He was looking ever more familiar as he drew even closer. I blinked and stared harder into the mirror, before turning to get a better view and dropped down the window, before, very slowly realizing, that it was David.
‘It’s been a long time,’ he said, stopping and smiling in surprise. ‘How is my daughter these days?’
Back at home as I took off my damp district nurse coat and hat, I glanced up at my bookshelf and there sat Anthony; just as he always did.
‘I don’t need any advice from you Anthony,’ I said. ‘even though you are old and wise, and still indeed, a very, very handsome bear, with your suit now a bit ragged around the edges. It was knitted especially for you by that lady on my first ward. Do you remember how insistent she was about knitting a big yellow T into the jumper? A bit faded now isn’t it and a bit grubby too… I know – tomorrow I’ll give it a wash.’
I made myself a cup of tea, sat on the sofa and put my feet up, as – – yawning I drifted off.weniger sehen