This is my contribution to Velvet Verbosity #386. I struggled more than usual to get the word count down in this one, so I see a longer version on the horizon once I’ve let it brew for a while.
By the way, the prompt for this week is the word ‘Whistling’
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The Whistling Kettle
Mum made dinner and a pot of tea at 5.30 every afternoon. Uncle Jim kept Paula occupied while Mum was busy in the kitchen.
She hadn’t been home since Mum died but she came for Jim’s funeral.
As Paula entered the unchanged kitchen, the kettle came to a whistling boil. Her eyes stung with memories.
A neighbour’s daughter was making tea.
‘I’m sorry for your loss,’ she told Paula hesitantly.
‘Don’t be,’ said Paula. ‘He abused me for years and said I’d get sent away if I told.’
‘You’re not the only one,’ the girl sobbed, laying a hand on her too-large abdomen.
©Siobhán McNamara
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Note: I don’t know how this works in other countries, but in Ireland and especially in rural Ireland, neighbours arrive at a house as soon as there is a bereavement. Tea, sandwiches and cake seem to be in constant supply for the hundreds of people who come to express their sympathies and pay their respect in the days between the death and the funeral, and the kettle is never off the boil. So to arrive at your own family home on receiving news of a death, and find a neighbour in the kitchen making tea is the most natural thing in the world.
siobhanmcnamara 
A very powerful story, Siobhan. A great twist at the end. I hope we do get to find out what happens next.
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Thanks Hugh, I think I will revisit it soon 🙂
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This is bitingly real and sad. I hope you do flesh it out, Siobhan. Well done.
And, yes, to a perhaps lesser extent, neighbors and friends do the same. At least, in my family.
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Thanks Barbara, I’m thinking a longer, slower version of this is definitely on the cards
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Grim but a brilliantly well written story. I hope you will post the full version!
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Thank you 🙂
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I’m trying t imagine how I would react. Sympathy, empathy, indignity ?
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That’s an interesting thought, Dawn. I’m not sure how Paula will respond. It certainly wasn’t what she was expecting when she came home for his funeral.
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This seems sad, but expressions are beautiful. I am intrigued with the them. Let this grow, please.
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Thank you Ruby 🙂
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