Tag: daughter
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THE UMBRELLAS OF NEW YORK
Wind blew through the trees, blowing the snow up from the ground, gusting around Guy’s face. He pulled his collar up further. Across the park he watched Madeline, her bright green umbrella luminous against the white background. Their daughter, Francis, gleefully skipped around her. ‘She’s moved on, married someone else, she’s happy. Leave them be.’…
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THE SIMPLE THINGS
‘A shoe shop?’ She was incredulous. ‘They had to actually go out to find shoes that fitted, try them on and buy them?’ ‘Yes. Some women adored doing it, had collections of hundreds of pairs. The same with clothes, bags, jewellery.’ ‘I do like the red shoes she is wearing,’ my daughter mused. ‘Can I…
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THE TURRETS OF HOME
Trudging through the cold night, the last remnants of the winter snow on the ground, she finally saw the lights glowing from the windows ahead. Above her the familiar turrets of the castle loomed. Four years since she had been taken by the crusaders. How she had changed since then, no longer the innocent thirteen…
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WITHERED ROSE
She had withered over the cold winter. The gradual process of ageing had taken its final undignified collapse. Francis wheeled her mother outside into the garden, where the morning sunshine had evaporated the dew and birdsong brought promise of the arriving spring. As the rays of light beamed over the frail figure, the hunched back…
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ROOTS
‘Such beautiful hair. No idea where you get it from.’ Her father smiled down at her, running his fingers through her light natural curls. She sat on his knee looking up at his proud smile and bald head. What a mess she thought, staring in the mirror. Dressed in black, her hair a tangled mess…
Iain Kelly 