The Lost Passport
I felt I had searched everywhere for the passport. My large house made the search difficult and long. Secret hiding places abound like the little secret box in the hidden fireplace in the spare bedroom, or the stout paper bag where the emergency money hides in the larder. Being tidy and organised I don't have all that much experience of losing things. I had married quite young and was eager to flee from my domineering father. It was a large wedding and a luxurious honeymoon on a warm and sunny Greek Island. We settled in London and I was busy working as a teacher, and for a few years it felt good. Then very slowly he objected to me seeing my friends, and would make nasty remarks about what I was wearing. He had left for New Zealand when things became clear that I wouldn't easily be controlled. We kept in contact, but I was quite happy on my own in London. Then out of the blue he had urged me to join him. He didn't like no for an answer, or even a just 'let me just think about it'. His plan didn't fit with me comfortably, but I still searched diligently for the lost passport. I went to bed exhausted and slept surprisingly soundly......I woke startled at 7am and knew that the flight had left two hours ago. I heard myself say out loudly “Now what are you going to do?”. My heart felt light and I knew the answer was nothing.
© Jude McGowan