thisdaycounts
That was one word I didn't want to accept. The vacant look in his eyes, the vacant position he once occupied, the vacant bed. He was gone. My hands were vacant, my heart almost so.
He worked hard all day and the time spent in the back dock was never without some fun on the forklift. It was a moment in his heavy lifting, packing and busy day to drive that little machine.
As a girl one of my favourite places was my Nana's staircase. My sisblings and I invented so many games there. We slid down on our bottoms, our tummies. It was a cubby house, an apartment block, a multi-storey house. Such fond memories!
The smell from the kitchen was inviting. Like every Saturday before it, I wanted to taste that crunchy, warm baguette.