‘Peace for our time.’ Mr Chamberlain’s words echo through her mind.
Hollow words. Worthless.
She glances around the silent, empty table. Not the one where once she, Tom and their four children had gathered each day. That is now splinters. And her family? She can’t bear to remember. If she hadn’t been in the kitchen fetching gravy, she’d have been with them. But her name hadn’t been on that German bomb. Instead, it had blown her into a living death.
Enough. She swallows down the last of the pills and gulps the wine. Soon, she’ll be with her beloved family.
Hollow words. Worthless.
She glances around the silent, empty table. Not the one where once she, Tom and their four children had gathered each day. That is now splinters. And her family? She can’t bear to remember. If she hadn’t been in the kitchen fetching gravy, she’d have been with them. But her name hadn’t been on that German bomb. Instead, it had blown her into a living death.
Enough. She swallows down the last of the pills and gulps the wine. Soon, she’ll be with her beloved family.
