Nobody seemed surprised when she announced: “He’s left me. Walked out.”
Australia was mentioned.
His wild life of clubbing and heavy rock never aligned to her love of quiet coffee mornings and John Wesley hymns. Friends from the congregation congregated, offering solid love and flimsy tissues. Her rediscovered passion for gardening gave additional strength. In a corner of her extensive land lay a shaded, hidden patch that received particular attention. There she encouraged the modern trend of ‘rewilding’ to make its own natural rebirth. Every morning she knelt down near the well-turned soil, offering a little prayer to the new wild life; restfully fertilised by him down under.
Published: Third Prize Winner, WestWord.
