Sunday Best_Mourning Mother_A Promise to Auntie Trish_Goodbye, Old Elizabeth
Catalog Guide:
Sunday Best
I was running late for a coffee date with Sister Juliette and was just about the leave the apartment when there was a knock on the door. A woman I didn’t recognise was standing in the hallway. Hello how can I help, not speaking she handed me a note from Sister Juliette saying this woman is your Mother. The nuns running the orphanage said I was left on the steps in a cardboard box with clean clothes, a teddy bear, and a note. The note said that my mother wasn’t able to keep me and she wanted me to have a life she knew she wouldn’t be able to give me. I don’t remember much about life in the orph...
Mourning Mother
*** 01/30/20 The room is stuffy. My black dress, all thwww.onedoor.ccick cotton and dark fabric, is suffocating. I try to breathe. In and out. In and out. Somebody murmurs something from the rows of pews that are stretched before me. I take a breath and begin my prepared monologue. “Caroline Andrews will always be remembered for the time she spent on this earth. She was a mother, a wife, and a friend.” I let the pain of remembrance echo throughout the church. I glance down at the slip of paper, trying to read the tiny words despite my shaking hands. They are too small, the little black script dancing in my...
A Promise to Auntie Trish
It’s not exactly a New Year’s Resolution because I’ve stopped “doing” New Year Resolutions. I’ve never been that intense or rigid about them but finally realised last year when I had a shot of Baileys in my coffee on the 2nd of January and got a cab home on the 3rd even though it wasn’t raining and my bags weren’t heavy that it was a pretty futile exercise. So I’m going to call it an “intention”. Okay, maybe that’s just semantics. And that’s ironic as this particular intention is to be more direct and not to pussyfoot about. I suppose something Tina said to me at the office Christmas do may ...
Goodbye, Old Elizabeth
Everyone tells you how important it is to remember. Everyone tells you the days or the moments that are special, and you’ll be grateful to look back on in the years to come. No one ever tells you, that sometimes, it’s ok not to remember. 22nd FebruaryOk, so my name is Elizabeth Monaghugh and I have lost my memory. I was told to keep this journal by my doctors as it may help me remember something. Right now, I know my name and where I live. That’s it. The doctors told me I was found alone on a road, near some forest. Apparently, I’ve been in a coma for six months. I don’t remember why I was in ...