Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Sweet

Sweet peas in a white vase, while the wind hurls itself at the trees, roars in the newly lined chimney.

How to write when the known world has dissolved?

Then A texts Chat? and I call him. He's looking forward to seeing me on Thursday, but the reception is bad and we get cut off, I try again. The wind is howling in the sitting room so I go upstairs for a better signal. We talk some more, he says he'd like to go out for a meal with me and his friend B. I've just been told today by a member of ward staff he has two hours' leave a day, but by B that he won't make it to meet me for dinner, will probably meet for a drink later with his girlfriend who has just started her first teaching job. As always, I must wait and see what is actually possible. Mostly I shall just be happy to be with him again.

1 comment:

Reading the Signs said...

One so often writes in the teeth of things, or without compass, I think.