You’ve got to do something, mum. Volunteer. Take up a hobby [This was after dad died]. Quilting, for instance, or drawing. You used to draw as a kid.
Everyone draws as a kid.
Just trying to be helpful, mum. Mongolian throat singing, foraging. Anything. Otherwise you’ll face the void.
You don’t want to know.
A few years later she discovers it.
How’s it going, mum? I ask on a moribund Monday.
Awful. Nothing to do and all day to do it in.
That’s it, I say, the ,,,,
Don’t say it, she says.
So I ,,,,
I‘ve never posted this but seeing it was chosen as one of the top ten Drabbles of 2020 I thought I would