Page 38

We’d found out that she just lived around the corner from us. That created a bond, I suppose. Hannah became ‘the woman who lived around the corner from us’. We met her a couple more times, once at someone’s party I think. My girlfriend’s best friend would always mention how Hannah was doing whenever we’d met up with him. I suppose he mentioned to her how we were doing when he met up with her too. We never visited her. We never decided not to visit her – in fact we often said to my girlfriend’s best friend, then later on to ourselves, “We must go round and see Hannah”. But we never did. We never will now, of course. Anyhow, six months before she died – it may even have been the week she was diagnosed with cancer – I saw her standing underneath the tree on the pavement outside our flat waiting for the rain to stop. Who knows, maybe it was the very day she was diagnosed. Maybe she was on her way to the hospital when I saw her. Maybe she had just got the phone-call to say could she come in immediately; the phone-call that could only mean one thing. Whatever the exact chronology one thing is for certain: it was definitely before my girlfriend’s best friend called to say Hannah’d got cancer. Definitely before. I was rambling about the house, as I said. Maybe I had some music on, I can’t remember. I could hear that it had started to rain – one of those squalls that just come out of nowhere. I went over to the window to look. To see the rain bouncing off the car bonnets below, to see a stone-dry ÉCLAT FICTION

38

MAY 2012

Profile for Eclat Fiction

Éclat Fiction - Issue 3  

The third issue of Éclat Fiction (an online short story anthology). www.eclatfiction.com

Éclat Fiction - Issue 3  

The third issue of Éclat Fiction (an online short story anthology). www.eclatfiction.com

Advertisement