Modesty In Circumstance


I knew a lady, old and proud, who struggled by on limited means although from her dress and demeanour that was not immediately obvious: she never complained. Her principle defence was privacy and she guarded that closely. What her life had been and what it held was never disclosed: she made few comments about her circumstances and everything about her said “Don’t touch”. When I first visited her for professional reasons, tea was offered in delicate china cups but there were no biscuits. If you met her in the street she would tip her head slightly but avoid all conversation.

How she had arrived in these circumstances I cannot say. Had there been love or tragedy? I do not know because she never discussed her life in any way: like an iceberg, only the tip was showing but she was not innately cold: only discrete.

Over time, by avoiding personal questions, I gained a slight entrance to her world. She went to church, she told me, though she did not discuss her faith, and autumn was her favourite season because she loved the colour of the leaves : at last biscuit appeared beside the tea; a daughter was mentioned but not in any detail. Her gaze became more quizzical but she never asked a question except about business. Her flat was tidy and uncluttered as you might expect, free of photographs or pictures in the main.

One day I had some music playing in my car. I loved the tune and hummed it as I drove, felt it free me from the everyday, grant me that brief suspension we call peace. All too soon I had to stop and park, but lost in thought I hummed it as I walked towards her house. Her door was opened quickly as I knocked, catching me still humming the refrain. A look of interest passed across her face and, as she stepped aside to let me in the house, she said “You like music?”

“Very much,” I replied, “It’s one of my abiding passions”. She nodded and smiled gently: tea was made and biscuits soon appeared. She looked at me as if we might be friends and I felt an honoured by this display of warmth. As I rose to go she said. “I’ve got something you might find interesting”. I was surprised, of course, but just said. “Oh, that’s nice” and then she left the room.

Returning she held a picture in her hand and offered it to me without comment. Looking down I saw an old black and white photograph of a women dancing on a stage, one arm raised and held above her face: she looked quite beautiful; slim and full of grace. I raised my eyes to hers as she told me, “I was a ballet dancer in my youth.” With that she took the picture from my hand, opened the door and stepped back to let me pass. “Thankyou” I said, “ Thank you” I said and left

About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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12 Responses to Modesty In Circumstance

  1. ksbeth says:

    slowly, slowly, slowly, finally able to connect, an amazing feeling for both of them.

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  2. Wow! What a wonderful post! Great writing!

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  3. I love that moment of connection between the two of them. It shows the power of music (and the power of good writing!)

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  4. This is beautifully written story of connection which serves to emphasise in many ways how isolated our lives are. That said this is full of charm and positivity. Fine work, Peter.

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  5. Al says:

    This story itself was like a well choreographed ballet.

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  6. Ben Ezard says:

    I enjoyed it until the abrupt ending; such a tease…

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  7. As always,
    beautiful, dear Peter. xx

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  8. ASH says:

    I always enjoy your sensitivities.
    I have a backlog of your work I will finally enjoy on my “holiday”.

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  9. undefined66 says:

    this was so magnificent…awesome piece!!

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  10. nelle says:

    It can take a lot to open a window into our lives. When we trust again, when we feel comfortable with a person, walls can tumble. I had this experience this past week. A wall came down, gratitude was expressed, and a bit of her life shared. Unfortunately, I have to keep a professional barrier in place… but it sure as hell moved me.

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  11. tiostib says:

    I’ve recently returned from a so called uncivilized part of the world. Robbery and murder were next door neighbors. Admittedly, my thoughts tended towards cynicism, what good are human beings anyway? Your pure and poignant writings remind me that we, mankind, are capable of better things. Again, thank you.

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