I didn’t know her name…

We trod the same path to school for years. And through a window complete with sitting cat she’d wave. And smile.

We only saw her out once. On her mobility scooter. She commented on my legs. Nice to see them. She had a hearty laugh. (They were usually hidden by her garden wall.)

High school now. I’m not needed so last fortnight I took a familiar walk and saw an empty skip outside.

Curtains drawn.

No sign of life.

Today. Open curtains revealed empty rooms and a single smashed tea cup was on her path where the skip had stood.

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