Louise Shaw
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The Lives Left Behind
They sat there quietly, eating their dinners, looking down at their plates, avoiding eye contact. Mother, Father, daughter and son, sitting in silence being unappreciative of the little time they have left together. Unknowingly wasting the time they would long for, they sat shifting their eyes from their peas as their forks glided through the mash potato. Edna was the only one looking around, as disappointment flooded her face, desperately trying to revive what life this small family once had, she turned to her son Wilfred and asked how his day was. “It was fine, thank you”. Feeling underwhelmed she then turned to her daughter, Arabella, “and you sweetheart?” Barely even glancing up, Arabella shrugged and signed as if to be annoyed by the simple question. Feeling deflated she then turned to her husband, looked at his aging face, taking notice of how the brightness in his eyes no longer shined the way they used to. He was staring at his food, seeming as lifeless as the plain dry bit of chicken on his plate. She averted her view to a picture hanging just above his head, it was of them on their wedding day. The black and white image did not do the beautiful summer day justice, nor the beautiful colours of the garden they had their ceremony in. Caught in her daze, she sprung back to reality with Hermel waving a hand up trying to get her attention. This night, for no rational explanation was the night that would stick with Edna through everything. This night was the night she would eventually long for, they all would at some time or other. Why this night? Her mind kept picking this night because even though nothing overly extraordinary happened, she caught each of them being, simply, themselves.
By Louise Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
A wild night on the town
To have a golden retriever is to have the funniest little sister in the world. When I was 13 years old, my mum picked me up from the bus stop, with the best surprise of my life. Her name was Sammy and she was the prettiest girl in the world. She jumped straight on my lap and I instantly fell in love with her. Her beautiful golden coat, her tail that reminded me of a feather duster and her big brown eyes that could melt your heart with one look.
By Louise Shaw4 years ago in Petlife
A letter to my angel
PA, I often come across the topic of “who is your hero”, and for twenty years I have always had the same answer. It’s simple, it’s you. There will come a time where my days without you will outweigh my days with you, but the answer will still stay the same. It will always be you.
By Louise Shaw4 years ago in Families
