Early Summer, 2015. The people on the next table leave a cash tip. Newly promoted at work, she’s a “teensy bit tipsy” and in a daring mood. She takes the £3 and leaves quickly.
In the middle of the night, guilt arrives with its haunting visage, so the next day she uses the money – wisely in her view – to buy the right to vote in the Labour Party leadership election.
Early Summer, 2045. She sits with her three children and asks if they think she made the right decision.
I'm originally from Liverpool and worked as a national magazine journalist for more than 30 years before suffering a stroke at age 53. I started blogging as part of a neuro-rehabilitation programme and wrote the very first entries with one finger of my disabled left hand. Later, art became another therapy for me at Headway East London's Submit To Love studios. I blog regularly and volunteer as a teaching assistant, coaching schoolchildren in aspects of journalism.
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