by Lynda Stacey
Smiling, Beth had become aware that the boxes highlighted how her life had been – always split into two halves. The half before her dad went to prison, and the half that followed. Even though the half that followed had spanned a lot more years, it still felt as though the dividing line was clearly there. Marked by the day she lost him. Feeling her bottom lip begin to quiver, she flicked over a photograph, saw her mother’s smiling face. It was one memory too many and quickly, she placed the picture back in the box, wondering if in future years she’d begin to segregate her life into three parts, rather than two, and have another dividing line – on the day their mother was killed. The day their lives had once again changed, never to be the same again.
Hearing her mobile bleep, she picked it up. Stared hopefully at the screen.
Hey beautiful, how u doing? Don’t forget. Be alone at 8.30 p.m. I’ll FaceTime you. XOXOXO