Then there
was old Mrs Nocneid. Small and dainty, with one lame leg. Wearing the hat with a fabric flower to one side, and sheepskin boots. Picking her way along the
pavement, trying not to step on the patches of snow, and standing in the puddles
instead. She'd only popped out to get some onions and a loaf of bread.
Her path took
her through the cemetery, where she always stopped to consider at least three
of the headstones. Each one a portion of her life, wrapped up neatly in granite,
frozen in time. Slow moments pondering, and wondering. And remembering, and sometimes
dreaming. The sounds of wind and birdsong becoming distant for her, as her pale
blue eyes misted over.
Two youths
rushed by on bikes, shouting obscenities at each other and weaving in and out
of the gravestones as they went.
"Hey
lady.. your turn soon!"
"Fuck
off Sim, don't be a twat.."
"What..?"
And they were
through the gate and off down the path, their noise disappearing with them.
But Mrs
Nocneid's world had been ruffled now. And a sibilant wind hissed through the
watching Yew trees, blowing snow off the tops of the headstones as it went.
She shivered,
her attention pulled unwillingly back from her past to her present, looked
around her, and sighed. And the wind sighed with her and became still.
The youths returned,
breaking the silence. They were racing each other round the block. Down the
path, past the pub, down the high street past the shop, through the cemetery
and off down the path again. This time they stopped in the cemetery.
At that
moment, bright spring sunlight burst through a passing space between scudding
clouds, and the church and cemetery lit up. A cross that stood on top
of the roof cast a long shadow over the jumbled headstones, and there lay Mrs
Nocneid. She was face up and cruciform, her eyes staring at the sky. Her hat
lay some way from her head and her surprisingly long hair lay fanned out on the
dazzling snow like a silver halo. She was smiling.
She forgave
the boys.
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I've just noticed something wrong with this. Mrs Nocneid actually does have two legs, it's just that one of them is lame!
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