In My Space

Stood against the brick pile in my back garden away from my Grandad’s eyes, smoking his cigarette and drinking coffee from my mug, his hair was a perfect fuzzy mess and his eyes glanced upon the floor more often than they did up on me as he listened to me excitedly rabble on about total crap, perfectly content having him in my life and at my home. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he stood there awkwardly in his favourite hoodie. I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures of him so I could remember this moment, the moment that I truly realised that I wanted him to stay in my space forever. 

 

I walk into the kitchen and flick the kettle on…

Nothing happens and I realise that my grandad turned off the switch again. I grunt and without thinking reach for a mug, my favourite mug…my stomach sinks and I am instantly reminded that he isn’t here, that he will never be in my space again. I stare at the mug in my hand for a while, my heart is paused and my cheek is wet. I put the mug back onto the stand and reach for another. Its not my favourite but its so much better than the reminder. 

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