Mother’s Day

Writing 101 Days four and five

She didn’t notice it at first when she opened the front door, trod on it in fact, leaving a muddy footprint on the crisp white envelope. She picked it up and wandered into the kitchen and put it on the work top with her bag and keys. She hadn’t slept for nearly three days, she didn’t think she wanted to sleep.

They’d all said that she was so strong and brave, the nurses and doctors on the critical care unit where she’d spent those days, and nights.

But now it was over. Early that morning they had brought him out of the coma, done their tests and turned off the machines. ” We’re so sorry, Tom has gone” they said.

She’d been very calm when they transferred him to the mortuary and signed the forms for organ donation. She had agreed at once when they suggested it. She knew that he had been on the register. He was like that. Besides, she’d nurtured that body for twenty five years and now it was going to be burned, what a waste!

She saw the envelope again and opened it.

A card, one of those with pink hearts and flowers: To the best mother in the world on Mother’s Day

Cos I love you lots

From Tom xxx

 

She sat on the floor and howled