ON THE TOP DECK
It was
years since Fiona had been on a bus, but Sophie wanted to go to Hamley’s so
they’d taken the train to London. It was difficult finding the correct bus stop
and then the wretched child had insisted on climbing to the top deck. Still, at
least there were vacant seats up here.
Fiona
took her phone from her bag and began checking her messages. They were mostly
shared jokes and pictures of puppies in Santa hats, but she didn’t want to miss
anything.
Sophie
grabbed her arm. ‘Mum – look at the reindeer in that window!’
‘Careful!’
Fiona snapped, ‘You nearly made me drop my phone.’
Sophie
turned back to the window, her lips trembling and her eyes moist.
Instantly
Fiona was a child again, riding a bus with her own mother. Through the window
she’d spotted a group of lambs leaping over a hay-bale, but her mother was too
engrossed in her book to look. Fiona’s throat tightened now at the memory.
Slipping
her phone into her bag, she put an arm round Sophie’s slender shoulders. ‘Let’s
see how many Christmas trees we can spot before we reach Hamley’s.’
A sad observation of some of today's parents.
ReplyDeleteI see it so often, but parents of earlier generations were also guilty of ignoring their chances to share those special moments.
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