Link to Part 1: https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/2021/04/28/just-a-story/
The wood pigeons called plaintively from the nearby woods. Kat sat in her bed listening to them. The scenes of seven years ago came back to her, and it was almost as if she was back there. The wood pigeons were calling then, too, only it was mid summer then. Now, it was Spring. The time when new life bursts forth. Kat had just had her seventy third birthday, and she had been thinking back over her life. Inevitably she went back in her thoughts to that day when she so rudely interrupted her mother’s shopping trip. She had spent her life knowing that she was not meant to have been born, and indeed, just seven years ago, that had been made plain once again. On that day too, Kat had been sat, or rather, half lying, in her bed, which at that time was in the living room. She had cancer. She had resisted strongly the idea of having a bed downstairs, but in the end had to give in, to make it easier for her disabled husband to look after her. On this day, her mother and her brother were sitting in chairs, close to each other, in the window. No one was speaking much, but the wood pigeons ons never seemed to stop calling. They had plenty to say.
Kat was overcome by the horrific itch that her cancer had produced, and the pain in her body, and, suddenly she wanted her mother like she had never wanted her before. She held out her arms to her, asking her mother to come to her and hold her, but her mother turned Her head towards her brother, pursing her lips, and then saying “Ugh,” as if Kat was the most repulsive and disgusting thing on this earth. Her brother looked at her mother and smiled and nodded, in agreement.
Kat limply let her arms fall back onto the bed, in utter disbelief that a mother could do this to a daughter who had cancer and was so sick. She knew that her mother had always been cruel and abusive, but this level of cruelty shocked her. The wood pigeons carried on calling, and were all that was to be heard in the heavy silence of the room. Bright as they were, the sound was like a death knell to Kat.