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Tuesday, 19 March 2019

You see strange...

things when you live by the sea.
On a cold and bleak day my interest was piqued by a woman sitting on the bench opposite.  What drew my attention was the fact the man with her stood looking this way.  What was that all about I idly wondered.  A car pulled up with four people who got out to join them.  Two women and a  boy and girl, late teens at a guess. The three older women busied about putting things on the bench.  The girl in her moth eaten old fur with black leggings and stout boots, the outfit topped off with jaunty  black beret stood apart crying.  The boy sat on the end of the seat looking forlorn.  The two older men, hands in pockets doing what older men seem to do on these occasions being there in a supporting role without actually displaying any emotions. Perish the thought... showing the merest glimpse of any sort of weakness was I suppose in
their books a sign of the very thing they were trying to avoid... weakness?
The girl cried on, being comforted in turn by the women.  The boy took himself off to the beach and had what I thought was a quiet cry.  The girl joined him, they clung together in mutual grief.  Still the men stood stoically looking on.  
A grey bitter cold day for them to show their respects.
As they drove away the sun came out...


8 comments:

  1. Tomorrow Sue I will nip over and have a look on the bench. People have stopped to read whatever it is they have left. Interesting the things people do?

    LX

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  2. I thought that you were going to end by saying they were spreading ashes on the beach or in the sea! Presumably something similar was going on.

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    1. Being a nosey twitchy net curtain sort of a woman ( well I would have a gentle twitch if I did own the aforesaid nets!?!), I nipped over just now to see what was on the bench. A bunch of daffodils with a message of wishing Lisa a happy birthday. This on the commemorative seat of a lady born in 1930 who wasn’t called Lisa? There was also a sealed card in a plastic folder, with the girl’s name on it.

      I do hope they felt comforted by their little ceremony.

      LX

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  3. This would not have been a story without you telling it. Fascinating.

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    1. Thank you Joanne. I enjoy looking at the world through my oft times pebble specs. Not that I wear them, mind! I always used to bore the world at large saying how I can see perfectly but can’t flaming hear. My eyes suddenly have decided to get in on the ageing act and start giving me the runaround. Pride goeth before a fall and all that jazz!

      LX

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I’ll be blowed if...

I am going to let some bugs, flour and water get the better of me! This is the state of play this morning. If you peer close enough...