She lived at the end of Oxford Street, you would see her many a day wandering in Queen’s park, muttering and sucking her teeth with sounds like a snort, sneeze and snuffle. She had large eyes and a muscular body although her legs were noticeably bowed which gave her a rolling gait.
Neighbours were heard to say: “It would take a patient person to deal with her, since she can be cocky stubborn and opinionated”.
If only they knew….
Inside her head at this very moment she was drooling at the thought of lunch…..
A feast of goat’s cheese and plum tomatoes baked on ciabatta bread with roasted peppers, caramelised balsamic onions, chargrilled artichoke hearts, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, marinated olives, mixed leaves and balsamic glaze.
Then there was her past.
If people only knew.
She had moved across the country, reinvented herself and changed her name. It was the only way to cope.
The sudden death of her husband of twenty five years was a devastatingly dreadful shock. Ollie was king of the gym, with the body of Adonis. A perfect couple, they made all the ‘A list’ invitations!
The funeral was large, as you would expect for such a popular figure. People came from far and wide to pay their respects.
Extended family, distant relations, directors and staff from the company, it was kind of them to close down for the day. A large party from the golf club, regulars from the gym, and a group from the yacht club who formed a guard of honour.
Ollie was a popular man. Very popular.
The funeral of a soul-mate is not exactly the place you want to discover exactly how popular he was….
All those conferences….. Golf tournaments…. Weekends for ‘boys only’ yachting trips.
Being a writer, she thrived on having time to churn out the words, so waved him off with a smile.
If only she had known…..
She had heard of strange women who turn up at funerals. Why, she and the girls had often laughed about it: Women with children in tow, who unexpectedly arrive on the scene claiming…. She could not utter the words, even silently inside her head, she wanted to scream and scream… to drown out the thoughts.
The women were real. All three of them, with five children between them.
Then there were the love letters stored in long forgotten boxes.
“It is not just the stuff of movies” she thought. It sure gave a whole new meaning to the phrase “getting your affairs in order”.
The topic Contradiction was chosen for the LBC group this week by Maria Gaelikaa, and I am anxious to read what angle she will take with it. All the links to members Of the Loose Blogging Consortium, are listed in the side bar, so why not make a coffee and enjoy a relaxing read of all the entries.