Short Story – Mum – Part One

Short Story – Mum – part One

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Mum

“Mum? Are you packing up already?”

“It might be a good idea to make a start.” Audrey, 62, swept a tired gaze over the bedroom where she stood, knee-deep in boxes, bags and piles of slightly mildewed linen.

“It’s what she would have preferred, don’t you think?”

“Yes, no, not really” agreed Pam wearily. In the kitchen across the hall, Audrey’s daughter was rooting about, lighting an ancient kettle which had always boiled on the gas hob. Naomi had insisted on...