Always Breakfast #microcosms #shortstory

Microcosms is a regular Friday prompt; this week the three were:

Guesthouse, grandson, memoir

Adele pulled the curtains. ‘Morning colonel. Lovely day for a walk?’ She moved quickly to the bed, straightening the sheets. He didn’t like his bed to remain unmade. ‘I’ll have your eggs ready soon. Just need to find Mrs Fishwick’s teeth. Again.’

Adele liked the colonel. Never said much first thing. Unlike Mrs Fishwick who did nothing but moan. She paused, pulling back her shoulders before knocking. ‘Morning Mrs F. Where did you have the little terrors last?’ A bony finger pointed at the side of the bed. Adele rummaged in the gap. ‘Here you go. Just pop them in and I’ll have poached eggs ready in ten minutes.’  She stood back admiring Mrs Fishwick’s approximation of a grin. ‘Lovely.’

Downstairs, Adele steadied herself. Her grandson’s room was by the kitchen, making it easier to help him. She needed all her strength. Even after ten years, entering his room and seeing again the disfigurement from the crash took her breath. ‘Morning Charles. Sunny today. The colonel is off on a walk. Maybe you’d like to sit outside for a bit.’ He never talked much, not first thing. Typical teenager. ‘Your mum was the same. She…’ Adele couldn’t continue. Thinking about Susan, burnt in the crash that injured Charles, was still too painful.

She sat in the kitchen, remembering the day they’d brought the boy back. Lifeless he was. She made him comfortable and closed the front door. Everything stopped that day. Not that the colonel and Mrs Fishwick understood. They still expected her to make his bed and find her teeth. That’s all she did now. Made the bed and found the teeth and made Charles comfortable. It was enough.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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19 Responses to Always Breakfast #microcosms #shortstory

  1. Ritu says:

    Wonderful His Geoffleship!

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  2. willowdot21 says:

    That pulled me up short Geoff… but you are good at that !! Excellent!!

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  3. Holy Moly what a story. Love it, Geoff. 🙂

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  4. Oh, that is so sad! Kind of knocked the breath out of me really. Excellent writing Geoff!

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  5. Phil Taylor says:

    Excellent writing. Chilling!

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  6. paulandruss says:

    Lovely story where the heroism of an ordinary person just shines through.

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  7. Nice one, Geoff. Beautiful and sweet, given the subject. I hope Mrs Fishwick never loses those teeth. As for the Colonel, I know exactly how he feels about the bed being made every day.

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  8. Norah says:

    And I was waiting for the humour in a twist at the end. Sad story.

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  9. Ali Isaac says:

    Oh Geoff, you know how to get under peoples’ skin. Just sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, it isn’t quite enough. Well, not if you’re human, that is. 😊

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  10. Is it enough?
    Well done.

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