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.
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.