I didn't know her name...

We trod the same path to school for years. And through a window complete with sitting cat she'd wave. And smile.

We only saw her out once. On her mobility scooter. She commented on my legs. Nice to see them. They were usually hidden by her garden wall. She had a hearty laugh.

High school now, I'm not needed so last fortnight I took a familiar walk and saw an empty skip outside.

Curtains drawn.

No sign of life.

Today, open curtains revealed empty rooms and a single smashed tea cup was on her path where the skip had stood.