Milly lined up the pills on the windowsill. The furniture went with the bailiffs. She remembered the thunderous knock at the door – the bell hadn’t rung since the power was cut. The children were safely dispatched to their father’s new house, where they could play in the enormous garden. Milly didn’t even have a window box.
She’d planned it carefully, had her hair and nails done, put on clean underwear. She pulled up the bean bag, the only item in which the bailiffs had shown no interest, made herself (relatively) comfortable and reached into her handbag. She couldn’t leave without a goodbye.
Feeling around for pen and paper, she found a postcard tucked into the side pocket, on one side a view of Brighton pier, on the other her mother’s handwriting and the words: ‘You will love again the stranger who was your self’.
Kim M. Russell, 19th August 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Prosery #3: Love After Love
This Monday I am hosting the third ever Prosery prompt, when we write a very short piece of prose that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of our choice, with a limit of 144 words, incorporating a complete given line from a poem. This time the line has been taken from ‘Love After Love’, by Derek Walcott:
‘You will love again the stranger who was your self’.