An elaborate meal was ready and the kettle had just been set on the stove- it was time for her boy to return home.She looked forward to this time of the day when he came running up the stairs, she would open the door before he could ring the bell and envelope him in a bear hug. They chatted about their day over a steaming cup of tea.
Today, he was late, which was unusual.She was getting restless.Maybe he went to visit a friend she thought. She heard footsteps and rushed to open the door.
“Ma’am your son was at the Elphinstone Railway station waiting to board a train, a tragic incident occurred, a stampede which claimed 25 lives,unfortunately your son was one of them.”
The kettle let out a shrill whistle,she poured herself a cup of tea.The last one she would have at the table in memory of her son.