The Day We Met (2015)

Cover The Day We Met
Authors:
Genres: Fiction
I remember the date because it is her birthday, and that year we spent it alone, just the two of us.
That was the day it got caught on something and pinged off, never to be seen again—or so my mother thought. But I saw where it landed, and I secretly picked it up when she wasn’t looking, and hoarded it away like it was treasure. Mum thought the button had just done that thing that things sometimes do when they just vanish into the fabric of the universe, and there is no chance of retrieving them—but that wasn’t the case. I saw where it went, and I quickly picked it up and held it secretly in my fist. It was mine.
See how it is coral-colored and sort of carved, with a pattern, which I used to think was a face, but now I think it is just a pattern. I loved those buttons; I loved the dress they came off, blue as a cold sky. I think the glow of those buttons against the cool of the blue might be the first thing I remember about my mum. That and her toes.
Before Dad died, Mum did not wear
...shoes—never in the summer or inside the house, and quite a lot of the time not outside of it, either.MoreLess
The Day We Met
+Write review

User Reviews:

Write Review:

Guest

Guest