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One Day Left Taster

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Published by Alba
One Day Left is a story about Mick who has gone in to the local hospice for respite care. While he is there he faces memories that he would rather have left hidden, especially when he saves a young cleaner who tries to kill herself. When we meet Louise who has just been dumped by her love, we find out how she copes with loss and finding out that her grandfather, a man she has never met, is in a hospice nearby. When Louise finally gets to the hospice her grandfather’s life is slipping away.
One Day Left is a story about Mick who has gone in to the local hospice for respite care. While he is there he faces memories that he would rather have left hidden, especially when he saves a young cleaner who tries to kill herself. When we meet Louise who has just been dumped by her love, we find out how she copes with loss and finding out that her grandfather, a man she has never met, is in a hospice nearby. When Louise finally gets to the hospice her grandfather’s life is slipping away.

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Published by: Alba on Mar 25, 2011
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One Day LeftPublished by Alba LewisCopyright 2010 Alba LewisA word on the legal stuff This ebook is licenced for your personal enjoyment only. The ebook maynot be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to sharethis book with another person, please purchase an additional copy foreach recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or itwas not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy.Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.ISBN no:
ISBN no: 978-1-908124-03-6+++
FOREWORD
This is dedicated to all of us who are brave enough to face ourselves. And ultimately findforgiveness.
+++A Note to the reader: The Mayfly
Many mayflies have only 24 hours to live.Do we know if they have any idea about time as they pop their heads out of the jelly andimmediately dry their wings ready to take flight? No experience needed. Pure instinct.And they seem to achieve everything they need to in that short space of time, offering their bodies in the end to another animal to feed on.It’s not so easy for us humans. Though many say that if we lived by instinct, if we livedsimply by what we felt, we would just be, and we would just be everything that we are meantto be.It is said that the truth is not out there. It is something that we already have just sittingwaiting for us to express it to ourselves and to others. We don’t need to gain experience to betrue to ourselves. It’s just there from the day we were born.And yet for many of us we will place layers and layers of experience, good and bad upon our simple truth until we don’t know who we are and our fear, our ego, is so large that it governswhat we do and who we do it to. And we don’t even notice. And we no longer communicateto ourselves and to the world outside.What life is this?And what can we do when we finally realise this? When we really see that we too will die.All we can do is be very forgiving and gentle with ourselves.After all. We probably did our best.And they say. They say that all endings are just new beginnings.+++
 
CHAPTER 1Mick – 6.00 am
He is standing near to the door as the bell rings. He’s been there since the 6 o’clock morningnews on BBC had started. He’s been sitting on his landing stair watching the tv through thesitting room door so he doesn’t have very far to travel to open the door when they arrive.He hears the van pull up. He’s been many times so he knows what it sounds like. It annoyshim it is such a big van with the words HOSPICE written across the outside in big letters.The door bell rings. He gets up slowly and opens the door feeling the heat of the summer sunon his face. It’s already hot. It hurts his eyes so he shuts them and breathes deeply to smellthe honeysuckle that surrounds his porch. The honeysuckle he planted the first month hemoved in. And now he breathes it in, as deeply as his pain will allow.“Hello Mr James, we’re a bit ……””Please call me Mick.” Mick’s never been called Mr James. He doesn’t want it to changenow.“Sorry, Mick, we’re a bit early, but if you’re ready to go can we take you in?”“I’m ready. I just need some help with the rubbish. I haven’t had the strength to put the bagsout and I can see that some animals have got in.” Mick’s voice belays how distraught he isabout this and he doesn’t look up. He’s not used to asking for help. In fact he can’t remember the last time he asked someone to help him out. Maybe it was the last time his children cameto visit, but he can’t even remember when that would have been.“No problem. Let me just park up and come in to sort it.”“Thank you, I’ll leave the door open and make my way to the kitchen door to open it. You’llneed to come through to the back”“You can let me do that if you like.”“No, no it’s all right.” Mick is not prepared to give up any independence that he does not feelis absolutely necessary. He’s a proud man. At work they used to say he’s just controlling.The black bin bags sit outside the kitchen door. He’s been unable to move them out to thestreet for the last two weeks and it has distressed him to watch their deterioration.He opens the kitchen door. The smell from the putrefying bags fills the air around him.“Aaghh”, he shuts the door.”What’s the matter,” the driver comes up through his hallway noticing how immaculateeverything is.”It’s the smell. I should have done something done earlier.”“Look, really it’s no problem. I’ll sort it.” Mick reluctantly steps back.The man opens the door and closes it straight away.“I see what you mean. Have you got something I could tie around my nose? Or even aclothes peg?”“I’ve got a clothes peg. It’s in that drawer over there.”The man opens the drawer. Everything is neat, everything has its place. The clothes pegs,looking almost new, are stacked in their original box.“Look!”He turns around with the clothes peg on his nose and the yellow gloves he has also found inthe drawer. He smiles.Mick doesn’t laugh. He does not want to be reminded that he has been unable to dosomething as simple as putting his bins out. He also doesn’t really want the man to use hisyellow gloves as they are only for washing up. But he does not say anything.A large animal has knocked the 2 bags over and both have large holes in them where thesmaller animals have joined in the forage.

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