28 August 2012
"Where are we going dear?" "I'm taking you to Dover, Nan. So you can see the White cliffs," said Jo as she drove her little blue Micra down Kent's country lanes. "Oh, I love you dear, you're so good to me." "I know Nan; I love you too. Look we're here!" said Jo as she pulled into the clifftop car park.
The sky, was a gentle blue, puffs of cloud floating above an azure sea. A stiff breeze rocked the car slightly as Jo helped her Nan out and into a wheelchair. Gulls swooped and cawed as the sun cast a golden light. Locking the car, Jo wheeled her Nan down to about 50 metres from the cliff edge, before securing the brake.
"Isn't it beautiful Nan?" "It is dear, it is. Reminds me of that old Vera Lynn song..." Jo sat down on the grass and began picking absent-mindedly at the blades. "Nan," she began, "I'm having money troubles at the moment. I don't think I can afford to look after you anymore. I love you Nan, but, it's just too hard..." and with that she broke into heaving sobs. "Oh dear, I never wanted to be a burden on you, but after your poor mother died, there was no-one else. You're all I've got dear," she croaked, as tears too began to glisten on her cheeks.
Standing up, Jo wiped away her Nan's tears and hugged her, gripping her in a tender embrace.
"Goodbye Nan, I love you so much, and I always will," whispered Jo, as she bent down to release the brake.
With streaming tears, and hair whipped by the wind, Jo watched as the wheelchair and her Nan rolled down the slope to the cliff edge.
And murmured her last goodbyes.
All rights reserved. Nom 28th August 2012.
Betrayed • Opuss № I