Just Another Day
by Annemaria Cooper
It didn’t matter that the dawn was dismal with its light, or the birds overhead didn’t notice Molly beneath the tree. She pulled her hat over her ears, and continued walking towards the shore.
‘Another day,’ said Molly, stopping again to catch her breath.
‘It’s a wonderful day, Molly,’ replied John, reaching for her hand. ‘Are you tired?’
‘A little, yes. Perhaps I should sit in the chair now. I doubt I can manage up to the ridge.’ For a moment, Amy stared at the wheelchair. Pondered at the dip in the cushion and the space it would hold in future. She settled in, her eyes blurry with tears as John tucked the blanket down the side of her thin thighs. ‘Right,’ she said, composing herself, ‘to the top and the view of the sea.’
A thin, dark line separated the Heaven from the Earth.
‘Look Amy, can you see the Irish Ferry on the horizon.’
A crow flew overhead, perhaps to welcome the ferryman, thought Molly. ‘Will you ever come back here,’ she asked.
‘Every Sunday, and every Friday I’ll go to the theatre and sit in the stalls.’ He knelt, devoted, distraught and kissed her on the forehead.
‘Good. I’d like that, but promise me you’ll never visit my grave.’
‘I promise, Molly, but first you have to promise me something.’
The sun broke through to cast a warm glow on her tired face. ‘I guess I can make any promise I like now.’
‘Promise me tomorrow, Molly.’
(Annemaria Cooper is usually found loitering around chapterseventynine.com for her crimes.)