Writing for Fun
August 2018
Realizing Dreams - Maureen Rampersaud
Amy woke up, exactly a year after her husband had died, with a new attitude. She was now a woman of action, she decided. What had prompted this metamorphosis? Perhaps all the drip, drip, drip of junk mail about funerals, Stannah stair lifts or how to get her hands on her very own mobility scooter. She may be seventy-two, but she was still alive, and meant to prove it!
There were many things she'd like to do: ride a horse through the waves, learn bushcraft with Ray Mears, have her ears pierced and so on. However, one passion kept nagging at her. Before she'd married David, she'd been at Art College doing Sculpture. David's job took them to Bristol, and having children took all of her energy, so that part of her life was abandoned. She yearned to get it back now, she must put her lethargy behind her.
Amy was shaking when she walked in to her first evening class, she hoped no-one noticed. There were a lot of young people, but when she got her hands into the clay, everything else faded. She decided to work on organic shapes, based on nature, that had always inspired her. At tea time, they all sat and chatted, it was lively and stimulating. Weeks passed, she got to know everybody and even signed up for the Sculpture holiday in Italy.
Amy still missed David terribly, but she embarked on the next phase of her life, determined to live it to the full.