Lizbeth has left for school. The house is quiet once again, Lizbeth’s mother sighs and goes to the kitchen and turns on the radio. A Couperin piece of music comes on. She remembers this, an aunt took her to a concert when she was young as this was being played. She goes to the cupboards and from behind the flour she takes out a bottle of gin and pours herself a glass. She sips and feels calmness ease her. The music plays on. She goes to the window and looks out at the fields. She takes cigarette from her packet and lights it and inhales it greedily. Her husband is at work. His is a world she seems closed out from, his is one of calm and ease. Lizbeth is all anger and coming of age with its built in rage. Her son is married, he alone brought her peace and a different love. She sips more gin, lets it unwind her, release her nerves. She inhales again. Couperin plays on the radio. She exhales smoke, watches it rise and then drift away. She inhales again, and watches the fields and blue of sky, watches birds in flight and begins to cry.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
Lizbeth has left for school. The house is quiet once again, Lizbeth’s mother sighs and goes to the kitchen and turns on the radio. A Couperin piece of music comes on. She remembers this, an aunt took her to a concert when she was young as this was being played. She goes to the cupboards and from behind the flour she takes out a bottle of gin and pours herself a glass. She sips and feels calmness ease her. The music plays on. She goes to the window and looks out at the fields. She takes cigarette from her packet and lights it and inhales it greedily. Her husband is at work. His is a world she seems closed out from, his is one of calm and ease. Lizbeth is all anger and coming of age with its built in rage. Her son is married, he alone brought her peace and a different love. She sips more gin, lets it unwind her, release her nerves. She inhales again. Couperin plays on the radio. She exhales smoke, watches it rise and then drift away. She inhales again, and watches the fields and blue of sky, watches birds in flight and begins to cry.
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