All posts tagged: superstitions

Not Of This Era

In the years since her childhood the village had changed. It wasn’t a village anymore, it was something bigger, sprawling, full of people¬†who she didn’t know. Kathy had known everyone once. There wasn’t a person in the village who she hadn’t been able to name, to link into the fabric of them all. These days such things didn’t matter and the only one who remembered things the way she did was Thomas. Good old, crotchety Thomas from Ivy Down Cottage with arthritic hands and nose that would put an elephant to shame. ‘Look at ’em,’ said Thomas, pint in hand. The Old Bell was due to close in ten minutes but the landlady let the oldies hang around for a little longer if they wanted. Mick’s granddaughter, or was it great granddaughter, Kathy couldn’t remember clearly, but Kathy had know the woman since she was born. She followed Thomas’ disgruntled tuts to the group of teenagers gawking at the sky. ‘No clue,’ she sighed. It was cold and she would have preferred to be in …