Remember
November 5th. She hesitates by the window, wanting to be out there to welcome him off the ship. She can almost feel his deep laughter, his delight.
Remember, remember. Her memory stands guard but the future frightens her. She’s lived it already, after all. She knows she can never stop him leaving, rejoining his men. Something always sets events back on track. That’s why this is her favourite time. She could almost believe he’ll live. That’s why she’s always here, tonight. The eve of their winter wedding.
Outside, the fireworks crackle and blaze. She turns back the bedspread and waits.
Originally a Londoner, Clare has worked as a schoolteacher, a journalist, PR to a politician and PA to a rock star. She is Poet In Residence at the National Trust For Scotland’s Inverewe Garden in the Highlands. Her fiction and poetry has appeared in chapbooks, literary journals and anthologies.
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