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From Nowhere to Nowhere

Between Two Nowheres

It appeared in the night sky.

A thin bright streak of light,

a slash across the heavens,

instantly healed.

It came from nowhere.

 

For a few brief seconds

I stood in awe.

I would have missed it

had my gaze been on the ground.

No-one else saw.

 

Except a small child

who pointed skyward,

eyes alight and bright.

It came and vanished.

From nowhere to nowhere.

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A very short, plump…festively plump, lady comes pootling down the lane. Hanging on to her and chattering incoherently and incessantly are two small boys,

‘Auntie Anne! Auntie Anne! I think I saw the dragon over there’

‘Where?’

‘Over there! Look you can see it’s fire’

‘Oh my goodness boys, Have you got your swords ready? Are we ready to do battle?’

‘I got mine, it’s really really sharp and it’s got a shoot ray’

‘Wow! Come on then, let’s go…hang on tight!

Auntie Anne’s age is a fluctuating reality.  Today she is four and a half, full of energy and fighting dragons, tomorrow she could well be ninety-nine, tired, run down, struggling to stand, dependant and in pain! Her Nintendo tells her she’s twenty-six, and in her heart that’s how old she is; however as Elizabeth Bennett would say with regard to her age ‘your ladyship can hardly expect me to own it’… with two grown daughters  neither can Anne! However in reality she’s about halfway between her two extremes, and is comfortable with that.

One incident divides her life between ‘before’ and ‘after’, one crazy incident nine years ago, when a wannabe racer lost control of his car at speed and crashed into hers; exploding life as she knew it. Crushing, fracturing, splintering legs and knees; her ‘before’ incarnations of Psychiatric Occupational Therapist and Adult Education Tutor torn away in a few short seconds.

After the bleak, battling, struggling years that followed, a simple life is what she wants. She lives this rural ‘idyll’ in the house she and her husband built twenty years ago, they would not be allowed to now, this patch of Somerset has been designated ‘an area of outstanding natural beauty’.

Here are her roots, in this small hamlet she grew up, on the farm down the lane. Here she tends the garden she loves, especially the vegetable plot, which produces an abundant harvest that is pickled or preserved or given away in the summer and autumn.

Here she reads avidly, the classics, contemporary, childrens fiction, fantasy, poetry, anything!

Here she loves to paint, cook, sew, and make; recently two hobby horses made from broomsticks and socks, with button eyes, embroidered bridles and woollen manes, Christmas presents for the two little dragon slayers!

Here with the people she loves most in the all the world, her husband Tom and two beautiful daughters she lives.

Here Tom works as well, a master craftsman, making exquisite furniture and teaching others his skills. Here she supports him; and he her.

The house is full of folk coming and going, friends, family, hoards of youngsters, students having lunch, visitors from far afield, all with their stories to tell.

The home help who spends the year finding little bits and bobs at fêtes, coffee morning and jumble sales to fill Stockings which she takes, on Christmas Eve, to all her clients who live alone.

The Tesco online delivery man who came home from Africa, where he was running a childrens’ charity, to visit his mother, whilst here she had a stroke and now he can’t leave her.

The customer who inhabits a world of high finance, whose wife has left him, and the wood work student who is fighting his dependence on alcohol and drugs.

Then there are the dinners, the lunches, the parties, bar-b-ques and bonfires, film nights, tea and scandal, coffee and cake!

People interest Auntie Anne, She likes them!

Ironically since the accident she has travelled more, she wishes she’d done it in the ‘before’ years, when she was not confined to a wheelchair and elbow crutches, and leaving the safe zone was never daunting or worrying, but purely exciting and wonderful. She misses a lot of things…mostly dancing, but she’s discovered more in herself than she’s lost. One recent discovery is writing! A course embarked on for fun, leading to an amazing and shocking discovery that she might be able to write and even more amazing, some people might want to read what she’s written!

No time for that at the moment though, She has a dragon to slay and treasure to find!

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