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A piece with a story to tell. The story…
Ruth was worried. And, what’s more, she was lonely.
“Do you remember when we had neighbours Gerald?” she asked, “When we had the shops and the community centre and gardens and friends and…”
“I remember when we were an hour away from the sea,” interrupted Gerald, watching a ship on the horizon. “I’m not at all sure that we shouldn’t be considering a move ourselves, you know.”
“I can’t move,” said Ruth, “this is where I belong. If you want to go, that’s up to you. I’m staying and there’s…”
But it was pointless to carry on, Gerald had muted her and was already online tracking down where he could buy a plot of inland…
Used to Gerald’s dismissiveness, Ruth wistfully looked across to where the edges of her world were coming unstitched, washed away by the ebb and flow of the tide. Surely, with fine needles, she could gently darn the earth, carefully weave in the frayed ends and enhance its quiet beauty. If Gerald wanted to move, Gerald could move. She was not going to be uprooted. Besides, she’d rather be lonely alone than lonely with Gerald…
