Sally’s Story for Wednesday Stories 5/10/17
A three-part story by Sally Stackhouse:
THE LAST NIGHT
It was the last night Tom would commute home from the City. His eyes feasted on Big Ben, a memory to hold on to. He would miss his colleagues in the office but he was so chuffed at being offered this promotion.
It was a hard decision to make, even harder broaching the subject with Emily. They didn’t have long to decide. One month to uproot their new family, organise the house and contents, say goodbye to family and friends.
Their friends were already planning their holidays with them, free accommodation – yes, they wish. We are not a charity. Anyway we’ll see if any of them actually come through with a visit first.
Tom knew his mother would take it hard, missing him and her first grandson would be such a stretch for her. He wished he could take her with him. Perhaps in a little while he could bring her over to live with them.
The time will go more quickly once we know what is happening Grandma reassured her grandson. They snuggled up together, the chosen book open at the next chapter. Grandma started reading, it would take her mind off the alarm clock set for the early hours of the morning.
Her grandson grew heavy in her arms. She lifted him gently on to his bed, lovingly tucking him in. She would keep this precious memory of his sweet childlike smell, his soft fair hair, his wonderful soft skin.
Nancy sighed deeply, she knew her son and his wife had to take this opportunity but New Zealand was so far away. It wasn’t as though she would ever be able to travel there, apart from the cost, the time it took to get there would be too nerve racking.
Yes, there were various ways to keep in touch, Skype, Facebook, Instagram and email and all the other things but there was nothing quite like physical contact.
Fred dusted the carriage clock sitting in pride of place on the mantelpiece above the hearth. The grate hadn’t been lit since they’d converted to central heating back in the 1980s. The pendulum didn’t work, neither did the clock but Fred still dusted the piece every single day.
He thought about Hetty every day as well. What on earth she would make of their daughter, Emily, upping sticks and moving 4,000 miles away he didn’t know, all he knew was he would miss her and the little boy so much.
Time doesn’t stand still, no matter what his carriage clock tried to tell him. Things move on, people move on, lives move on but emotions and feelings, well they were more difficult to move on from. You can’t forget loved ones. He didn’t have much education but he wasn’t a stupid man.
He had some savings, in fact he had a good nest egg. If he could pluck up the courage maybe he could travel to New Zealand.
Oh, ding, ding! Brainwave!
He could invite Nancy to go with him as his treat. That would surprise the kids.