Deborah Jane Coates
The Great Awakening
“Bloody hell, this is going to be a mammoth task” Magda thought to herself. Why she had offered to help the eccentric, elderly gentleman she knew only as Earl was now escaping her. Because I AM a caring neighbour, she reminded herself and besides, he really has no one else. So, with that thought, she girded her loins, took a deep breath, and firmly knocked on his front door. Whilst waiting for Earl (which she knew from experience would take forever), she used the time to glance around their Walthamstow suburbia. Today felt, smelt, and appeared different to her, it was her favourite time of year, blossom on the trees, not a cloud in the sky, spring had sprung and by the look of it most people were feeling the benefits. She was just mentally planning a sunny, care-free afternoon at the park lying under her favourite oak tree when she was jolted back into the present moment by a quiet but firm, “Can I help you”? As Magda turned around to see a stranger on the doorway, she knew instantly in the pit of her stomach she was not going to help Earl go through his prized possessions, box up what he could take to what would reluctantly be his new and probably last dwelling.