Inspired by…an overheard conversation

Requiem

 

We were on a trip to Cowes when I overheard a conversation that made me shudder.

“Are you sure that you want to leave the old girl over here? It’s such a shame!”

“Yes, she is getting on and with the things wrong with her it’s all too much for me to handle now.”

“But I think that there’s still a bit of spark left, it’s awful to write her off like this!”

“ No it’s for the best – I would never forgive myself if there was an accident and she got hurt and by bringing her over here there’s not the chance that I’ll bump into her over in Sandown, I’m quite attached you know and I couldn’t take seeing someone else wheeling her around.”

I could feel my temperature rise as I listened, where were they taking me? I’d always been someone they could rely on, almost part of the family and with none of my own…

Fred continued; “I’ve got all the paperwork, once they have that then it’s up to them to make the decisions.”

“It feels like you are just consigning her to the scrapheap, I’m sure that someone else could see more potential.” Jane replied.

“It’s also a question of money; I simply can’t afford to finance what she needs anymore.”

We turned into a brick-pillared entrance where there was lots of noise all around. Others looked forlornly back at me, windows gazed blankly and there was an air of age and decay – waiting for the end. The machinery was deafening in its administrations, aiding the last moments of those who had arrived and exhaled their last exhausted breaths.

Jane came back and took me over to where she had been directed, saying quietly “I’m really sorry, I know you’re not ready for this yet.”

Then she went back to the office and took her father off towards the entrance – he turned and looked at me one last time and I’m sure I saw a tear glint in his eye as he turned to go. “Goodbye my old friend” carried across to me while I waited in trepidation for what might come next.

Now I was left on my own, while surrounded by bustle and loud crashes as the hydraulics helped with the lifting of the elderly and infirm. A man came towards me calling a colleague “Let’s have a look at this one – I reckon Tony may be interested in some body parts from this.  The other person looked doubtful but agreed to check it out.

……………..

My heart is full of joy! I have a new body (well not new but newer than it was) – I can now go haring about the town, nipping in and out of the traffic. Tony proved to be very interested in what I had to offer. He took my old arthritic frame with its leaky plumbing then transplanted my heart, and my soul with it, into another shell with a zippy red raincoat and solidly gripping rubber soles. I have a new best friend who takes me to work every day and lovingly bathes and buffs my skin every week. I also have my own room complete with guard dog and companions in the shape of Mike the Bike and Lawnmower Lil.

Life is good.

© Helen Merritt 2012

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. debbie
    Jan 13, 2013 @ 10:58:27

    Enjoyed!! x

    Reply

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