A new start

Synopsis: (Helen's POV, first person). Will fifty- something Helen make the right decision about moving house at Christmas time?

A New Start

1,446 words

“It's a fabulous flat isn't it, mum?” My thirty- five year old teacher daughter Rachel asked.

I nodded. We were currently in the newly decorated living room.

I was thankful that the landlord (who was with us) had taken a step back. He'd allowed us to view the property without giving us the hard sell.

“Light, warm and airy with a lovely view of the park,” she went on.

I peered out of the window. It did indeed have a pleasant view – however, being early December, it was misty and rainy out today.

“It has all the mod cons built in - washing machine, tumble dryer, dishwasher, microwave and an oven. Plus, there's carpets, blinds, curtains, a shared community garden, broadband and a car parking bay,” she outlined.

I smiled. “Yes. They're all bonuses.”

“You could put the Christmas tree here...” she indicated a space in a corner. “Don't forget mum, it's just a twenty minute bus ride away to town, and it's a short stroll to the local shops. Oh, it'll be good to have you close.”

She affectionately squeezed my arm.

I nodded. Being near Rachel would be fabulous, yet... I said I needed time to think about it. After the viewing, we bid farewell to the landlord.

“Don't drag it out, mulling it over,” he reminded us, as he locked up.

Rachel was about to leap in with an enthusiastic response, but I got in first. “I'll let you know one way or the other.”

Clutching umbrellas, we ambled through the foggy December drizzle and headed towards the park cafe for lunch.

It was a pretty park, with a boating lake, a flower garden and plenty of benches.

However, at the moment, it was all muddy paths, damp grass and clumps of fallen leaves.

The cafe was nicely decorated in traditional green, red and gold.

As it was Saturday, it was busy. We were lucky to find a table.

“Dave and I come in here a lot,” Rachel explained.

Dave was Rachel's partner. They lived together.

He was a handsome, self assured solicitor, always well dressed in smart suits. He styled his hair perfectly and he wore expensive aftershave.

Although Dave was warm, polite and friendly towards me, I had mixed feelings about him. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn't think who...

As we approached the counter, Rachel smiled at the young, pretty, female assistant, who was wearing a festive elf costume.

Despite the merry melodies on the radio, the girl didn't return Rachel's smile - in fact, she looked a bit out of sorts... well, maybe she didn't like wearing the costume, I mused.

An ill- fitting tunic, stripy tights and an awkward fitting hat was hardly flattering.

I picked up the menu, but I didn't feel very hungry.

It wasn't surprising. Recently divorced, I had a big decision to make.

Should I move to an unfamiliar city, to be near my daughter and my job, or should I stay put in my home town?

***

“See it as a new start,” my widowed neighbour Kitty began.

“Yes. I could do that.” I know that I sounded hesitant.

It was a few days later. We were sitting in my kitchen, having a cuppa and sampling Kitty's home- made mince pies.

I glanced out into the garden. Dusk would descend soon, so I'd switched on the outdoor lights.

The rented flat had a communal garden, so come spring, I wouldn't be able to plant anything of my own...but if I moved, I'd be able to walk to work. That was a strong plus point.

I stifled a sigh. Oh, if only I could afford to resign!

I'd had an office job for a long while. I worked for a large insurance firm.

I longed for a change but I'd told myself that a steady salary was too precious to throw away. Plus, I was over 57. I knew that employment opportunities for people my age were thin on the ground.

“What would you do?” I asked Kitty.

“I've lived in this small town all of my seventy five years. I was born and brought up here. I married here, and I raised my children here - but I've been happy and content. For me, there's comfort in security,” she said.

“I can understand that. I just don't fancy the stress of a house move, especially coming up to Christmas,” I confessed.

“You could turn that stress into excitement.”

I nodded. “I could.”

“Well, I don't mind admitting Helen, that I'll miss you dreadfully,” she added.

I blinked back tears. “I'll miss you, too.”

Kitty was a good, trusted, loyal friend.

When I'd confided in her about my marital troubles, she hadn't judged - she'd just listened and offered emotional support.

I'd done my best to return the compliment when her husband had passed away... I wondered if Rachel would eventually marry.

She and Dave had met via app dating. They fell in love, and she'd moved into his swish, slick apartment after three months.

I urged her to keep her own place, but as I'd said to Kitty, practical matters aren't seen as a priority when it comes to matters of the heart.

Yet she has her job to focus on.

Rachel's a primary school teacher, so the couple have strong careers.

As for my career - well, my life has been very different!

Unhappily married (My husband was a workaholic) when Rachel started school, I found myself a clerical job. It occupied my mind and it provided a sense of optimism.

Later, after Rachel had left home for university, I realised that my husband and I were living separate lives.

He still has a loving, good relationship with Rachel, though.

***

When we went to view the flat a second time, Rachel was still raving about it.

“Do you know, I'd settle in here so easily, Mum,” she admitted.

It was tempting to say, 'I'll take it' and get caught up in that heady 'moving home' energy - but I didn't.

“I'm sorry but I need more time to make a decision,” I told the landlord.

He folded his arms. “Look, I can't hang about forever, Mrs Brooks. You said that you'd let me know one way or another, but you haven't.”

“Yes, I'm sorry but -”

“Christmas is a busy time, so I'll give you a deadline of New Year's Day.”

I nodded.

A few days passed. It was strange that Rachel hadn't called me.

I wondered if everything was okay between her and Dave.

I recalled recent visits to theirs. I'd picked up a slight tension in the air, so I hadn't lingered.

It was Friday evening, so the couple might be getting ready for a night out, I reasoned. It was also December, the month of seasonal socialising - perhaps they were going to a party?

I decided to text her.

There was no reply, but twenty minutes later, my mobile rang.

“I couldn't call you back straight away. We were in the middle of a quarrel.” Rachel sounded stressed out and miserable.

“I'm sorry to hear that, love.”

“It's Friday night but I expect Dave's returned to the office. Do you know mum, I think he's married to his blasted career!”

Alarm bells from the past rang. “You need to talk.”

“I've tried. Anyway, have you had a good week?” As we chatted, I suddenly remembered who Dave reminded me of.

My ex- husband.

***

Rachel's staying with me - luckily, she's begun the Christmas break.

She was utterly heartbroken when Dave finally confessed to seeing the cafe girl.

It had been going on for months, all under the disguise of extra legal work.

I recalled our visit to the park cafe- the assistant's off-hand manner towards Rachel now made sense. The cafe girl had probably seen a photo of Rachel on Dave's mobile.

I really felt for Rachel.

We'll be spending Christmas together. I'll make sure that we'll have a peaceful, relaxed time.

In the New Year, she's moving into the flat we looked at. It'll be a fresh beginning for her.

I need to give my own life a shake, too.

“I'm going to look for a different job,” I announced to Rachel. “ Something more rewarding. Maybe work for a charity, on the admin side.”

She smiled. “I reckon a charity will appreciate a mature candidate. That's a great idea, mum. Go for it!”

The day got better when Kitty arrived with a fresh batch of home- made mince pies!

ENDS

S.BEE