The Detritus of Living by R.T Hardwick

After Uncle Fred's funeral, I went to his flat. I discovered a plethora of family letters, cards, photographs dating back a century. My antecedents quit these shores to pursue a better life - the men in uncomfortable collars and the women in awkward crinoline dresses, staring at me from faded sepia photographs. I found an exercise book full of poetry, mainly flowery Victorian doggerel, but one verse stood out and which I thought apposite to Fred’s demise:

Alas! Alas! Old age of late

Had on my strength began to tell

And this accounts for my defeat

In that November gale.

Winner: March Drabble

Published in Issue #28

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