I helped Aunty into the car. She seemed
frail, but she couldn’t stop smiling, and
nattering small talk the whole time. Uncle
drove remarkably smoothly, avoiding
every bump. The car stank as usual,
enough to make an entirely well-person
vomit. But Aunty didn’t complain. She
had a new lease of life. She watched the
grubby buildings float by like they were
miracles of engineering. Natalie, I feel
like I’ve been reborn. Everything is so
marvellous. I began to feel nervous. A
hectic flush had appeared on Aunty’s
neck. I tried not to gawp. I hoped Aunty
wasn’t having a relapse, or some crazed
religious epiphany. And then, quite
shockingly, Aunty was sleeping. With
her mouth wide, emitting little snores.
I smiled.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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