Clambering

up the stairs, grasping her food parcel

Skinny arms entwined awkwardly round the cumbersome box like some unwieldy, wriggly baby. Insufficient nuturing arms.

Too many stairs: grunting greedily for the next breath- stopping, sweating, panting

A wizened, gentle Caribbean lilt, floats down quizzically romancing the ears ‘I’ll get a lift put in for you next week my dear’

Gratitude seeps from her greying lonely eyes as the duo defy distancing in their oh so tiny meeting point. Stumbling into her disheveled den, barely holding it together as the box tears up….

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