Sorry I’m late, I went to a gig, which was wonderful and since then i’ve been emotionally empty, due in part to the ridiculous cabin fever inflicted onto me by this insane training course. Don’t ask. So its Friday night, post Argentina and Brazil and now I’m settling down to write, with the fire burning bright. So thanks to you Rochelle for keeping a lid on this can of volatility, it’s a grand job you do, and thanks also to yourself for providing a photo. I looked at it on Wednesday morning and had a thought, so lets see if it pans out.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
The Cloud grew and shrunk obscuring the man’s face, momentarily opaque contrasted against the sharpness of the dark colours behind.
The man came into focus again, he seemed sad, he was crying, his hand rested on the glass, leaving a smear, creating a mess, needs cleaning.
Opaque.
Maybe it’s cold.
The clatter of dishes, distracted him and he turned towards the direction of the sound, maybe someone’s preparing lunch.
“I haven’t eaten for days”
He slowly stood up and shuffled away. It smelled wonderful.
The man outside mouthed “Goodbye Dad” and leaned against the window, his face; gradually opaque.
There we are, 100 words I think, not sure how this reads, but its a reminder howMatt Hancock cast a protective ring around the care homes during the pandemic, filling them with Covid and leaving many to perish bewildered and alone.
The Count Of North Clifton 
The explanation at the end changes the whole story
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Thank you
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Heartrending, Shrawl. The pain of loneliness and separation here is difficult to “witness.”
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Thanks, I had a slight experience of not being able to see my Dad just before he passed away a year ago. Damn Covid. Fortunately we all got to see him, a couple of days before he died at the cottage hospital in the conservatory.
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{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}
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So sad. Deeply mournful and so beautifully written. Sorry for the loss of your Dad especially is such indescribable circumstances covid and covid lockdowns placed on families and friends. I still barely see my parents as they’re concerned about catching covid via our teenage kids. Take care and best wishes,
Rowena
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I liked those references that spoke of condensation forming and dissipating on glass. Beautifully done.
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I can’t find the words, this is so beautifully written and sad and true and that heartbreak of trying to protect people should be slapped into the faces of all the Covid deniers and mask drama sufferers.
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Dear Shrawley,
I, too appreciated the explanations at the end. You captured the desolation and lonliness of lockdown which was the worst for elderly in homes.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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thank you for this Msjadely. So hard to be separated as a child.
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Your closing explanation helped me see clearly what was going on. Heartbreaking.
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Nicely done.
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