Those lucid moments

Elsie Horobin

It was while she was packing for a house move that she found the photograph. Small, square, black and white, it had been folded twice and now barely held together along the creases. She had always assumed that, at best, her Mum was indifferent about her. But this photograph of her in a pram had been found in her Mums pocket after her death.

It had been a startling moment to discover that all through senility her Mum had held on to this image of her daughter. ... (continues)