I don't say much for the artistic merits of this but after lurking as the germ of an idea in my head for a while a version of it unfolded very definitely one evening so I wrote it down. I might revise and tidy it at a later date.
She Keeps Getting These Letters
Bang! - the Letterbox flap.
She winces when they hit the mat.
She gets a lot of letters – but she can tell this kind just from the thud.
Shuffling down the hallway, stoops and gnarled hands gather.
Back to the lounge, drops heavy in armchair
Takes a deep breath, then begins to tear
The thick white envelope – her finger’s cut
A pause - a bead of blood wells up.
Once open she sees
– it’s a greetings card – they all are
Some in exquisite taste – some rather less.
Many are cheap – some are cheerful.
To Mum, To Mommy, dearest Mother
With love and thanks and by the way
I killed my brother
- I didn’t like what he said about you or how he said it.
Mum – I hate my brother
– only strike him down and I will love you – Forever.
Mam – I killed our sister – she was a slag.
I thought of you when I did it. You taught us right from wrong.
Mummy – my little brother is annoying me –spoiling my game
So I blew up his house – with him in it - What else could I do?
Mum, mum – am I your favourite now?
Tears run down the old woman’s cheeks
Staining the gaudy card
Runnels mar the formal lettering.
Only when she remembers the heap on the table can she smile again
She does get other letters.