In the Moment
Had she been ‘in the moment’ as the therapist had advised? Was she to blame? The conversation returned as if on a repeating loop.
So, how have you been? Don’t forget Mum’s birthday card. Write it down now, before you forget.
She sees herself fumbling with a pen and notepad and failing to keep eye contact.
Fine. You know, OK, I guess. My life’s a mess, Mum, can’t you see?
Did you do much at the weekend? Oh, God. I forgot. Her date cancelled. I mean, the weather was great, wasn’t it? Dad and I went for a lovely walk by the water on Saturday afternoon.
Did you? That’s nice. Yeh, while I stared at my bedroom ceiling all day.
And work? That’s all going well? Must get the dinner on soon. I’ll just set the timer to remind me to put the oven on.
Yeh, good. Actually, it’s a hateful place with hateful people, but you wouldn’t want to hear that, would you?
That’s great. I’m pleased it’s going well. What, it must be four months now? Now, do we have potatoes or will it have to be rice again?
Yeh, about that, I guess. Eighty days of dreariness. Have you any idea? Really?
Well, it will all look good on your CV. Don’t even think about mucking it up by leaving.
Suppose.
The alarm buzzes and she busies herself with the chicken drumsticks.
Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner? Dad would love to see you. Though I think he’s planning to watch the soccer tonight.
No, you’re right. I’ll get off home now. What’s the point?
OK, well, it’s been lovely to see you and to know you’re doing so well. Now did I reset the buzzer for the potatoes?
Mum? One last try?
Sorry love, but I think I’ll have to dash out for some veggies. See you at the weekend? Usual time? She does drag out the ‘goodbyes’, bless her.
Yeh. OK. See you soon.
That was the last time they spoke before she disappeared.
THE END